arcsin27:

fredbydawn:

fredbydawn:

We all know Furbies lay Orbeez eggs that Worms on a String hatch from, but did you know that when a Furby escapes captivity it will revert back to its feral long worm form in less than a year

I hope this clears things up

What the fresh fuck

pinene:

occasionalesbianlovermariahcarey:

pinene:

occasionalesbianlovermariahcarey:

I hate calling in sick I don’t want to inform anyone about my abnormal bowel movements

I love it. I call them up and say hey bossman I’m camped out on the shitter today yeehaw

you are so beautiful in every way

We will get married on a windswept cliff and the dinner will be easily digestible

fucko:

anotherdumbblog12467:

babyanimalgifs:

A massive grouper (toilet on the left for scale) 

(via)

mulderscully:

i’m 29 i’m still 15 i’m still 21 i’m already 89 i’ve been dead 200 years

eastofthesunwestofthemoon:

“Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence – of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire – yes, a burning fire unquenchable.”

— Daphne Du Maurier, from The Doll: The Lost Short Stories  (via goghst)

astereaus:

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another

yuumei-art:

Lost in the Pages~

I’m thinking of doing a series of these with different settings like grassland, forest, etc. What would you like to see?

weltenwellen:

I can’t live as I once did, telling people that I was doing fine and desperately wanting them to wade through the language and see that I was in pain.

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

cor-ardens:

“I like the paradox within horror film: take the worst of the human condition and transform it into art, into beauty. It’s the only genre that offers this kind of dialectic and I have always found this idea very moving – to create emotion with the saddest, most depressing things in existence. I’ve always felt that horror was a melancholy genre.”

— Martyrs director Pascal Laugier (for Electric Sheep Magazine)

richardsikendaily:

[text ID: Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. /end ID]