it’s late/early and no one is around to eye roll at me 4 this video that i forgot existed until it came up again and damnit kevin

my feelings, they don’t know what to do0o0o

speedwalking:

have you ever met someone who is like the human version of period cramps

IF ANYONE ELSE IN MY FAMILY COMES BY AND TELLS ME TO GO TO SLEEP THEN I SWEAR I’M GONna just not go to sleep probably

but still, holy shit, family

i am adult now, i’ve eaten two day leftover dining hall pancakes past the stroke of 1am on a finals night in an urban environment and i’ve lived to tell the tale to the internet instead of going to sleep when you urge me to, i think

i can handle another episode of adventure time

in—rotation:

Self Esteem-Andrew Jackson Jihad
And people freak me out
People make me scared
People make me so damn self-aware

I get bronchitis twice a year at least
My lungs aren’t the way they should be
And I smoke more than a mother fuckin chimney
I declare war on my body

bellerustique:

It’s June 19!! Let’s get creative!

steveholtvstheuniverse:

skoothsmin:

science fiction was invented by a woman

don’t you ever fucking forget that

in mary shelley we trust

melissaproulx21:

A couple of weeks back, my editor sent me to cover the graduation of a small high school. The class consisted of less than 50 students and the whole process took about an hour and a half. It was a Christian based high school and I sat in the back of my church by myself, out of my element.

When I was little, my parents would often try to bring me to church but I remember most of the mornings playing dead under the covers in hopes that I would be save from the misery. I found the entire experience boring. I couldn’t relate to the words in front of me and those organ tunes did little to inspire any sort of fulfillment in the depths of my soul. I spent most of the time dreaming of the days when I would be older and able to make decisions for myself while simultaneously ignoring the fact that wooden pews could only provide the wrong type of support.

Listening to these students talk, I couldn’t ignore the familiar discomfort that I had long stored away in the storages of my mind. These kids had found the hope that I couldn’t, understood the unseen force that led men to war and others to extremes. I sat quietly, politely and did my best not to reveal my identity as an outsider.

But despite all these emotions that I was feeling, I couldn’t ignore the pride that I felt for them. They had found something to keep them going, to keep the optimism alive in their thoughts. They had reached an important accomplishment in anyone’s life yet they were humble enough to acknowledge that they didn’t get there by themselves.

For the past several years, I have accredited everything I’ve done to my own desires and motivations. I have been guilty of blocking others out in order to get what I want and failed to pay attention to the path that I was taking to see if other’s had walked before me. I have tattooed the back of my neck to make sure that I am truly seeing things for what they are from all aspects but I realized in that moment, alone in the back of the church, that I had been lying to myself.

No, I did not find God at that graduation, nor do I have any plans on seeking him out in the near future, but I couldn’t help marveling at the stability of the speakers. Theirs seemed to have more power than any I’ve ever had. They had found what they needed to find themselves and any teenage angst film can tell you that’s all anyone wants.

Aldous Huxley once wrote, “Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable. And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can’t help making flytraps, and men can’t help making symbols. That’s what the human brain is there for- to tun the chaos of given experiences into a set of manageable symbols.”

 

So maybe I don’t agree with everything these students had to say but I couldn’t help but be sinfully jealous of the fact that they had found their symbol. The world is so untrusting and I can’t imagine putting my eggs in one basket. I can’t imagine not experiencing everything out there that I haven’t yet, even if it means getting caught in the undertow.

We’re all looking for our symbol. Maybe my eyes haven’t been opened wide enough but I’m sure mine is out there somewhere. But now that I’ve seen the passion in action, I’m only trying to open my eyes wider.

hi i have an addiction to abc family murder mystery tv shows since because escapism and and affinity for curling up in clean laundry whilst i watch so basically

what i’m trying to say is

i missed tonight’s episode of twisted and that was like four hours ago, i could wait until tomorrow to watch it again but this is the internet and the night is young so why not:

does anyone know any other websites aside from sidereel and 1channel where i can watch the newest episode? i see you people making gifs of this stuff practically while it’s happening so i know you’re hoarding some cool linkz

sketchlynx:

mister-sunny:

people are boycotting the Kraft commercials for the “Zesty” salad topping because it features a topless man in compromising situations.

people are boycotting it because it sexualizes a man. 

people are boycotting a commercial that features one of the oldest marketing strategies because this time it’s a man being exploited.