Skeptical Romantic

August 24, 2014 at 11:55am
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Reblogged from 4gifs

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11:55am
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August 20, 2014 at 6:00pm
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Reblogged from meladoodle

meladoodle:

*fake moustache falls off to reveal a real moustache* god damn my identity is revealed

(Source: meladoodle, via orgasmic-humor)

August 15, 2014 at 12:03pm
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Reblogged from prettiestcaptain

prettiestcaptain:

I hate having to email my professors about something, because I never know how to word things, like is this too casual? or too formal? is it too brief? or too long? should I shorten it?

and after half an hour of rereading and editing the email and sending it, I get "Ok, got it. JS" as a response and I just

August 14, 2014 at 10:57pm
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Reblogged from girlwithlandscape
girlwithlandscape:

Relevant words from the Old Man.

girlwithlandscape:

Relevant words from the Old Man.

10:57pm
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Reblogged from modernwavefeminism

Political language…is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

— Politics and the English Language; George Orwell (via modernwavefeminism)

10:20pm
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Reblogged from raggedywings

raggedywings:

but imagine how Ferguson will be written down in American history books. about how it was Michael Brown’s fault and that he was the aggressor and how the riots were violent with the crown chanting ‘kill the police’ and how the police were the ones who were keeping the peace and how politicians did everything they can.

remember Michael Brown.

remember Ferguson.

Same shit in Donetsk, Ukraine, right now. The new government declaring Donetsk area terrorist (because they want independence from nationalist government) shelling civilian homes. Blew up my best friend’s grandmas house. I was once picking grapes in the yard of that house. A house and children’s park near my own house being shelled.
Every news I see call Donetsk people terrorists and separatists, and thats what they will put in books.
My fifteen year old sister and eight year old brother are not terrorists. My hard working dad risking his health in the coal mines, my stepmom fighting cancer and having a second round of chemo in two months arent terrorists. My best friend and her dumbass boyfriend, my cousins, my own grandma.
They are not fucking terrorists, but they must watch their neighborhoods burn, and listen to the bombs fall closer and closer, and have nowhere to run.

I dont know who the terrorists are or where they are. I dont support their violence. But the government shelling my fucking neighborhood makes me wonder who the enemy is. It makes me wonder who will protect my family, who will stand for us.

Civilians are innocent bystanders. Yet it is their homes that the government shells, claiming they’re fighting terrorism.

Fuck this fucked up world. There is no such thing as justice.

August 13, 2014 at 11:19pm
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Reblogged from askinnyblackman

askinnyblackman:

things i used to laugh at

  • actual jokes

things i laugh at now

  • yard sard

(via orgasmic-humor)

1:03am
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Reblogged from imthegdbatman

Anonymous said: by now most of us know robin williams is dead. i just wanted to ask you what image youve seen online that got you the most emotional? thanks.

imthegdbatman:

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I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor…I am Pagilacci.”
Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains

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12:42am
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Reblogged from lord-kitschener

lord-kitschener:

“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”

oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotex product could have cured cancer??

oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????

what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????

how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????

(via toasterama)