Firefly Sighs



goremet:

danyanimated:

So I was writing a small paper in Microsoft Word and the program suddenly crashed (I saved a couple minutes before, thank god) and I get this message in the corner of my screen two seconds afterward

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what the fuck

(via danger-smoog)

"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

(Source: larmoyante, via austincarlos)

alinktothecake:

I SAID NO CAPES 

youngstero:

how can peach and mario just like casually play tennis with the giant dinosaur turtle monster who is always threatening both of their lives? they all just set aside their pasts to have a good old game of tennis? also did bowser raise bowser jr. himself? is bowser a good father?

(via austincarlos)

What’s this? 20% chance of PRECIPITATION TOMORROW IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA?!

im ready

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

chauvinistsushi:

meepitperson:

Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.

gonna reblog this till I stop tumbling

(Source: the-church-of-saint-aubergine, via four-fires)

rustybirdcage:

bgib:

beastcootie:

Winter is coming.

JuST TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND LlEAVE

#D̥͍͡O̻͖̗͙̲͇̯ ̻͎̠̳Y͈̰Ó͙U̙͉̗͓ ̨͓Ẁ̻͕̪̹͉A̲̬͡N̘N̕A̹͓͘ ̛Ḅ̱̙Ụ̞͇̗̹̺̟I҉͚L̖͎lD͕ ̀Ḁ̡̹̙̝͓͍ ̛̱̦͓̣͎̲̲S͔̟̠ͅN̘̦̥̩O̬͕͓̰̩͇W͕M̱̺̰͓À͚͙N͖̣̰̮
unicornizado:

abiteofeverythingicanfind:

radionuclide:

pwnedepicfail:

that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.

#then you hover around it for a while #maybe stroke it #read the blurb

The horrifying thing is that this is true.

(via four-fires)

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