fuckyeah1990s:

Bill Gates jumping over a chair

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silverrumrunner:

onlinewifey:

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

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setsunameiou:

i googled “why do cats run around and meow at night” and one of the results listed this as a cause:

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danceycorpse:

:’(

danceycorpse:

:’(

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awwww-cute:

Hedgehog timeout

awwww-cute:

Hedgehog timeout

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jamieprivateschoolgirl:

KFC has gotta chill

jamieprivateschoolgirl:

KFC has gotta chill

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kurgs:

skeletongrazed:

skeletongrazed:

what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?

one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean

#i’ve told this joke a million times and it NEVER fails

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nowheretaylor:

this show is a gift

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vinegod:

If people actually explained their road rage by Josh Peck

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pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

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