I have emotions
that are like newspapers that
I go for days at a time
trapped in the want ads.
I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:
ghosts and all.
— Richard Brautigan, Revenge of the Lawn: Stories 1962-1970 (via ohsentimentalheart)
mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths
The Written Words, street art by Mobstr.
The last one had me puzzled for a minute. “Nowhere leads thought of train this?”
How is touch the sky
if you guys don’t want a cat skydiving on your blog i’m judging you
why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for me.
My brother once sat on me and farted until I passed out
my brother duct taped me to a treadmill and turned it to the highest setting once
when I was four my brother locked me in a ferret cage for an hour on Christmas Eve
People always forget that Wolverine is Canadian.
The whole theatre started cheering when this scene came on
MATTHEW PERRY: "I find myself sort of reminiscing about how much fun the show was, and the hours that we worked. You know, you can see how much we laughed and everything. And I found myself saying, ‘If I had a time machine, I would like to go back to 2004 and not have stopped.”
Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.
THIS IS BRILLIANT