Tell me I'm a wreck

• 2013-06-19

  acousticechelon:

  I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS GOOD IF ANY OF YOU SPOIL THE REASONING OF WHY RANDALL TURNED OUT THE WAY HE DID AND WHY HIM AND MIKE ARE ENEMIES I WILL STRAP YOU TO THE SCREAM EXTRACTOR

  

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  consultinggothdetective:

  mrthorinton:

  spectacularlyignorant:

  weepingmanhattan:

  the-fandoms-are-cool:

  pockettimelord:

  “you are not alone”

  are you telling me Mary Poppins is a Time Lady because headcanon accepted

  She owns a sonic umbrella.

  not to mention her carpetbag is BIGGER ON THE INSIDE

  what if she’s doctor’s last regeneration

  I am fully prepared to go along with this.

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  bbcsherlockian:

  it will forever annoy me that the dash is slightly off centre

  WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MENTION THAT NOW I’M EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE

  

  GODDAMNIT

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  vvebkinz:

  

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  I hate my friends

  lokis-army-at-221b:

  wingsofjusice:

  youknowwhat-kissme-cas:

  lunaticphan:

  So my driving instructor texted me, and I was walking so I just typed ‘Ok’ and hit send and then I looked at it and was like WHAT

  

  But as it turns out, my friends are entirely responsible for turning ‘Ok’ into a shortcut. 

  

  Cry

  but what did your driving instructor say

  WHAT DID HE SAY

  THIS IS NOT A FUN CLIFFHANGER

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  peep-toe-shoes:

  The most intense movie scene ever.

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  brainsofbeauty:

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  thegodmolecule:

  here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
  
  And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
  
  
  
  In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
  
  
  
  The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
  
  And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
  
  You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

   
  

  WOW..

  This made me cry. I wish our culture had this kind of respect and love for their fellow human.

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• 2013-06-18

  

  thebacklot:

  adidasfactory:

  She waited 9 months for her moment

  That moment when you like Taylor Swift in spite of yourself

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  crick3tknight:

  lakidaa:

  bi-polar-oid:

  dinners ready

  ( ._.)./ an explanation: 

  The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute. 

  The disorder is called Megaesophagus. 

  

  Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock. 

  EATIN’ SOCK

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  toocooltobehipster:

  lanactrlaltdelrey:

  so my mom needed a dress for a wedding so she went to neiman marcus and tried this on and sneaked some pictures

  

  

  then she showed them to my grandmother and with almost a 50 year sewing career she made an exact replica of the dress for her

  

  

  no one tops my grandma tbh

  sewing game too strong

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