Where cool comes to die.

• 2012-05-28

  

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• 2012-05-27

  

  ralphdgamf:

  starkidwholived:

  kimburrit0:

  I was helping my little brother

  Where the fuck does jack come from

  That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
  
  I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

  You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

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  blainethegaypirate:

  blainethegaypirate:

  blainethegaypirate:

  THERE IS A NAKED ASIAN MAN IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE

  waIT HE’S WEARING CLOTHES MY BAD

  WHO WEARS A TAN JOGGING SUIT

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  digatisdi:

  When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:

  

  And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.

  In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.

  Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”

  So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”

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  What a sad era when it is easier to smash an atom than a prejudice.

  — Albert Einstein (via allthingssoulful)

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  gingerhaze:

  areu:

  You, being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool.

  dorks.

  PRECIOUS

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• 2012-05-26

  chrisjal:

  hell is a white board with the words SOH CAH TOA written on it.

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  epic4chan:

  They’re both texting someone right now saying ‘some weird guy next to me is wearing the same thing as me.’ 

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• 2012-05-25

  madeagoestohell:

  

  friending my school cafeteria lady on facebook was literally the best decision of my life

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  pfefferi:

  contrary to popular belief, vincent van gogh actually cut his ear off so he could not hear the haters

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  chaystar:

  ♥

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  celestialcow:

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  lostwithoutmysniper:

  Post order. You’re doing it right.

  YES OMG PERFECT

  even the that tag is perfect.

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• 2012-05-24

  joshyouaremckenzie:

  lulz.

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