hippie-galaxy:

mim-akh:

forties-fifties-sixties-love:

1969

the only thing that’s changed since then is the quality of photos

reblogging for comment

hippie-galaxy:

mim-akh:

forties-fifties-sixties-love:

1969

the only thing that’s changed since then is the quality of photos

reblogging for comment

gallifreyan-gallimaufry:

leda74:

therothwoman:

beowulfstits-archive:

I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

gallifreyan-gallimaufry:

leda74:

therothwoman:

beowulfstits-archive:

I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired

i aspire to great things in life

According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.

So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.

actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do

tastefullyoffensive:

"Margaret, I don’t think they’re open on Sundays."

tastefullyoffensive:

"Margaret, I don’t think they’re open on Sundays."

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
Anonymous
mausspace:

weirdtrip:

he looks so pleased
"oh look. look at this apple. it me"

horf horf horf

mausspace:

weirdtrip:

he looks so pleased

"oh look. look at this apple. it me"

horf horf horf

godotal:

omgbuglen:

How to use sand to freak people out

Imagine if some guy was tripping and saw the woman, runs up to help her and she just crumbles apart in his hands. That’s gonna take the trip south.

godotal:

omgbuglen:

How to use sand to freak people out

Imagine if some guy was tripping and saw the woman, runs up to help her and she just crumbles apart in his hands. That’s gonna take the trip south.

erernjaeger:

"oh just wait until you found yourself a nice boy, you will want kids then."

image

reveillertm:

macabrelolita:

I was supposed to write ‘amino acids’ and I nearly wrote ‘anime acids’

image

I hope senpai bonds with me

splantamello:

beeswarm17:

karkat-san:

karkat-san:

Why was Oedipus against profanity?

Because he kisses his mother with that mouth.

I’m getting really tired of these motherfucking jokes.

wait

jazuthevulcanprincess:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

lexlifts:

the-barghinator:

gracefthannah:

boys are fucking stupid

rip his fucking head off

…and then shit on his neck forreal

"I’m gay"
NO NO I BOY AND YOU GIRL AND WHEN I SAY JUMP YOU SAY HOW HIGH

Kill it with neurotoxin

so-pleasantly-strange:

acid-anarchism:

ny007ny:

Instead of killing an unwanted  tree , this machine makes it possible to move it to a new place instead.

woah

#HOW FUCKING COOL IS THIS THING#IT’S ALL LIKE#’GGRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWW’#AND THE TREE IS ALL LIKE#’WHOOP!’#AND IT’S ALL LIKE SHIT YEAH GOT A TREE#this could also be used for murder.

misscontraption:

mitunathehelicaptor:

tagging nsfw is hilarious like it’s just like you’re in a room with a shitload of people and you shout PORN and then some people cover their eyes and others stare at you in anticipation

image

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.
He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”
Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

foxheartx:

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

foxheartx:

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.