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Somehow, the other day I compared my cat, Peanuts (a fat, grumpy, anti social hissing furball) to Fenris. And it made sense. So this happened.

What a good way to waste my time. :D

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The weirdest vintage Halloween costumes

They just straddle the line between silly and horrifying

The fuck you mean straddle they ARE the line

(Source: deathnervezine, via pelandocables)



"I just want Bruce Lee to hold me as long as he can."

I’m dying.

(imgur album)


(via whoisdangerwoman)


Documenting Hurricane Katrina by Mario Tama

(via note-a-bear)

  • Drake: You... you don't hate me?
  • Nicki Minaj: You idiot! That's all in your head.
  • Drake: But... I hate myself.
  • Rihanna: Those who hate themselves cannot love or trust others.
  • Drake: I am wicked... a coward... weak... and...
  • Beyoncé: If you know yourself, you can be kind to others.
  • Drake: I hate myself. But... I might be able to love myself. I might be able to stay here. Yes. I am nothing, but I... I am myself. I wish to be myself. I wish to stay here as myself. I am worthy of living here!
  • Nicki Minaj: Congratulations!
  • Rihanna: Congratulations!
  • Beyoncé: Congratulations!
  • Lil Wayne: Congratulations!
  • Jay Z: Congratulations!
  • A$AP Rocky: Congratulations!
  • Jhene Aiko: Congratulations!
  • Kanye West: Congratulations!
  • DJ Khaled: Congratulations!
  • Birdman: Congratulations!
  • Nebby: Congratulations!
  • Sandi Graham: Congratulations!
  • Drake: Thank you!



starting a new game of origins


creating a character


opening cutscene


actually playing the origin






the rest of the game


the landsmeet


(Source: spoopyantivantrash, via sourcedumal)

Cuba 1993, René Burri

Cuba 1993, René Burri

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How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.

Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

Unknown (via zubat)

I wish I knew who wrote this. I tear up every damn time.

(via bowie-with—boobs)

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Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.
Old Scottish saying  (via saintofsass)

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