1. illkim:

    "You smoke?"

    "Only recreationally"

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  2. (via suspend)

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  4. vapor-man:

    codeinewarrior:

    say those three words and i’m yours

    neon genesis evangelion

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  5. ex0skeletal:

    Fun shark attack facts:

    • In 1996, toilets injured 43,000 Americans. Sharks injured 13.
    • In 1996, 2,600 Americans were injured by room fresheners. Sharks injured 13.
    • In 1996, buckets and pails injured almost 11,000 Americans. Sharks injured 13.
    • For every human killed by a shark, humans kill approximately two million sharks.

    Conclusions:

    1. Humans are assholes.
    2. Sharks are not assholes.
    3. Apparently everyone in 1996 lived in a real-life infomercial.

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  6. photo

    photo

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  7. littlecatlady:

tastefullyoffensive:

The worst. 

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS WITH ALL OF MY BEING

    littlecatlady:

    tastefullyoffensive:

    The worst. 

    I HATE THIS I HATE THIS WITH ALL OF MY BEING

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  8. yesings:

    what if i died in like twenty years and all i left my girlfriend was a box and like she gasps and reaches down to her chest where her key necklace hangs that i gave her twenty two years ago, and she uses it to unlock the box and all that is in there is a string which you can pull to reveal an embarrassing photo of spongebob at the christmas party

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  9. awkwardnarturtle:

    i-mahu:

    There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

    This is the best description ever

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  10. humansofnewyork:

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

    humansofnewyork:

    “We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

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