flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

flymyass:

whats cOler than coldy freeze

really cold!!!

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i was fucking stoned as shit and feeling awful and barely remember even making this text post why in the hell does it have 9,000+ notes

Reblogged from Welcome To The Void
iambluedog:

Life is too short to be holding on to old grudges

iambluedog:

Life is too short to be holding on to old grudges

kanyewestevil:

schools have stairs so you can throw yourselves down them

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strayobject:


Honoree Oscar Isaac speaks onstage during the 2014 Princess Grace Awards Gala with presenting sponsor Christian Dior Couture at the Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel on October 8, 2014 in Beverly Hills, California

#Gomez Addams tho

strayobject:

Honoree Oscar Isaac speaks onstage during the 2014 Princess Grace Awards Gala with presenting sponsor Christian Dior Couture at the Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel on October 8, 2014 in Beverly Hills, California

skeletonhaver:

this image is quite literally six years old now and that’s wild to me. there are actual real live human beings younger than this .jpg who are walking and talking unassisted. i feel so old. i feel death approaching. will i sleep? will i dream?

skeletonhaver:

this image is quite literally six years old now and that’s wild to me. there are actual real live human beings younger than this .jpg who are walking and talking unassisted. i feel so old. i feel death approaching. will i sleep? will i dream?

Reblogged from pretty unbearable
alienpapacy:

initiating MAXIMUM OVERBIRD

alienpapacy:

initiating MAXIMUM OVERBIRD

20aliens:

Thomas Prior

20aliens:

Thomas Prior

Tags: Thomas Prior

truefoes:

Sergei Eisenstein in his first film Glumov’s Diary.

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mulaney:

Great news everybody! Remember when I taped all those wigs together and then glued googly eyes to it? Well I entered that stupid formless ball of hair into a dog competition and it won Best in Show!!! So cool right? Here’s a photo of it “walking.” You may be wondering how I did the teeth. Simple: I took a fish-mouth from the bones of a trout I ate one night and taped it upside down below the eyes. I’m really happy for it. It’s name is Wig Garbage.

mulaney:

Great news everybody! Remember when I taped all those wigs together and then glued googly eyes to it? Well I entered that stupid formless ball of hair into a dog competition and it won Best in Show!!! So cool right? Here’s a photo of it “walking.” You may be wondering how I did the teeth. Simple: I took a fish-mouth from the bones of a trout I ate one night and taped it upside down below the eyes. I’m really happy for it. It’s name is Wig Garbage.

Reblogged from mulaney
Reblogged from danisnotonfire

samuelbradley:

Abo. 

 I’ll be in NYC for 7 days from tomorrow, then launching a brand new website upon my return. 

 See ya!

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kingcheddarxvii:

He waits, watching with envious eyes. You’ve only been working on this show for a few weeks, but you’ve seen him spend more time doing it than you’ve seen him ham it up in front of the camera. When you asked the line producer, she just told you to ignore it, that it’s just Guy’s thing, that it means nothing, do your job. But you’re beginning to think it’s more than a habit. There’s something dark down there, beneath those sunglasses. As you watch Guy stare into the food from afar you can’t help but feel that there’s something other than hunger in his heart. Is it lust? Is it… contempt? You suppose it doesn’t matter. Just a few more weeks and you’ll be out of this gig and on to another. But one day he makes eye contact with you as Greg gets shots of the customers. In that moment, he speaks to you. Not with words but with a dark, troubled aura. He presses a finger to his lips. You stay silent. He shifts his mournful gaze back to the food, and you follow suit. You stare at the food. It stares back.

kingcheddarxvii:

He waits, watching with envious eyes. You’ve only been working on this show for a few weeks, but you’ve seen him spend more time doing it than you’ve seen him ham it up in front of the camera. When you asked the line producer, she just told you to ignore it, that it’s just Guy’s thing, that it means nothing, do your job. But you’re beginning to think it’s more than a habit. There’s something dark down there, beneath those sunglasses. As you watch Guy stare into the food from afar you can’t help but feel that there’s something other than hunger in his heart. Is it lust? Is it… contempt? You suppose it doesn’t matter. Just a few more weeks and you’ll be out of this gig and on to another. But one day he makes eye contact with you as Greg gets shots of the customers. In that moment, he speaks to you. Not with words but with a dark, troubled aura. He presses a finger to his lips. You stay silent. He shifts his mournful gaze back to the food, and you follow suit. You stare at the food. It stares back.

Reblogged from One For The Witches!