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fuck that

pdlcomics:

Hope for the Best
thefrogman:

runs-on-ramen:

necessary:

he needs those parts for his space ship

he’s going to otter space

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He carried himself as if he only knew one law of physics; when he jumped, the world felt the impact. Not felt measurably, as one with delusions would believe, but felt in small repeating forfeiture in the same method as glaciers and forests. He spoke as if the world ought to know his name already; not through his acts, but through his thoughts.
The sky: intangible;
The stars: impossible;
The silence: inexpressible.

justintheallan:

soycrates:

endreal:

avatar-addiction:

nicotineenema:

Shout out to girls who don’t mind being called dude and man casually

shout out to boys who don’t mind being called guuurrl 

shout out to humans who don’t mind being called dawg

shout out to dogs who will let you call them anything so long as you say it in  a happy, friendly tone.

Shout out to Guinea Pigs which are neither pigs nor from Guinea.  

(via ladywilde-)

And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.

Shanti (via blulagoonbaby)

(via nelllbellle)

Imagine a house, three bedroom, two bath. Two floors tall, no basement. A hundred foot long driveway off of a quiet subdivision. You’re standing in a comfortably wide hallway at the top of a set of stairs. The house is moderately expensive, solid walls and all that. Completely new construction. All custom floorplan. Fresh paint, fresh countertops. All maple floors and off-white walls, the color white you get when you add juuuuust a touch of ochre. The house is completely empty except for your person. Sunlight casts across the hall and throws shadows that you don’t know yet. A window is open somewhere down the hallway and a steady summer draft moves silently past your face. The air tastes like turned soil and cut wood and paint. There are speakers in every room, all pointing down toward the floors, all wired to the same input, tuned specifically for the house. Close your eyes, be there.

What song would you play?

When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.

Doctor Who (Love and Monsters)

(via seasonsnob)

jonwheeler4:

Taco cat spelt backwards is taco cat
guineapiggies:

guinea_pig_(cavia_porcellus) (by ernestoccs)
cornersoftheworld:

Painting the Night Sky
Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil

by (Jason Stair)