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(via dapper-nahrwhale)
When you are a magnificent beast, running gloriously through the water, waves parting around you, and you realize not even you can escape the crushing weight of existence
Happy Existential Tuesday
oh Duncan, we sure do feel you
[ID: a photograph of a brown bear pounding through water directly towards the camera. End ID]
omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance
you’re welcome
if you reblog this i am kissing you on the mouth. no that is not negotiable. we are in love now. we are dating. we are planning the wedding. i will be with you on your wedding night
(via superanxiousssfrog)
Let’s do this babyy, first time using the site!
I was feeling watercolors after doing a digital art project for like the past month and a half, so even though I may be slightly hot garbage at using em I decided to do so anyway and what better way to do so than with indulging in some pathologic brain rot~
(via rathologic)
“but if you’re pro-union, why are you anti-cop-union?” because cops are not laborers. what cops do is not labor. they are enforcers of the laws that oppress laborers and exist solely to protect capital. don’t bother me with stupid questions.
who keeps killing striking workers???
the cops
how come it’s virtually impossible to hold killer cops accountable for their murder???
the cop unions
(via foilflingza)
One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.
As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.
Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.
wait epsilon simulating grif and simmons having tower of procreation sex is so funny. Dude what
they find out about epsilon’s mind palaces and simmons is like excuse me why the fuck did you make me and grif have sex and grif is like Yeah why would i procreate with SIMMONS. look at how narrow those hips are. look at his waifish and sickly complexion. you KNOW he’d die in childbirth and then where does that leave me? with some freak baby that may or may not be ginger and a lifelong guilt hanging over my shoulders because i wasn’t able to save him? because for the record i wouldn’t. i’d dump his body in a ditch in a heartbeat and i wouldn’t even feel bad about it. and simmons is like What the FUCK grif that is Not what i meant why are you TALKING about this. epsilon clarifies that actually hes run the calculations and there’s only a shockingly low chance of 63% that simmons dies in childbirth. Donut gets excited and reveals he’s always wanted to be a midwife because he doesn’t understand the ‘simulation’ aspect of this conversation and then when simmons clarifies that NO ONE’S PREGNANT he gets mad for getting his hopes up and demands he go “shove a turkey baster up there right now, mister!” simmons wants to die (and luckily if he gets pregnant there would be a 63% chance that he does!)
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