It's something I've come to believe in, that "nothingness" is inherent to all things, and that for the most part, the human drive to create comes from it, in order to make that old adage true, "to make something from nothing". A philosophy that I hope to share with you all.
Blue Subway
We’re the best big thing in emocore.
Skin Yogurt?
Um…just no.
Black Water
Black Penne
Blue Grape
Grey Chocolate…
Black popcorn…
Rainbow soda……………ah man, shit just got real~!
black chocolate covered biscuit thing and banana
purple ice cream cone? gay
blue milk
mike’s is tan coke
Gray Cheddar & Sour Cream Potato Chips … FTW!
(Source: lastsprout, via montbear)
“Grind the nibs, which are composed of around 53 percent fat (cocoa butter) and 47 percent solid matter.”
bonus points: it’s the first Good Eats cookbook (bazing!)
“Can it be that he sleeps when others wake, that he may be awake whilst they sleep?”
I really don’t see how that’s descriptive of this … welp.
People say, “I’m going to sleep now,” as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. “For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.” If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. “They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.” So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, “The creature is regenerating itself.
—George Carlin (via whatsthecatch)
Saffron the stingy sloth… lol
Amigo the hairy Rhino ♥ Abercombie the stubborn Piglet
……
>8C I motherfucking do not like this mashup. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.
PANDORA THE INTELLIGENT RABBIT FUCK YES AWESOME NAME
>AMIGO THE ANGRY LLAMA
Holy shit I know what character I need to make now.
SAFFRON…
THE BEAUTIFUL…
BANANA SLUG…amigo the not-so-shabby wolverine damn right
Tango the Intelligent Banana Slug … wow.
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Reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.
Basically reblogging because of the shit ton of notes! And because, well, I agree.is it even possible to get that amount of notes?
Holy shit. The notes. I love humanity sometimes.
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
oh wow those notes! Let’s get to 190!
wow, definitely worth the number of notes, but wow
let’s make the notes votes.
That’s a lot of digits .
(Source: aimee-likes-cats, via martininamerica)
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”—- if you believe that homophobia is wrong, feel free to reblog this
society - are you proud of yourself now?
…i am now crying my eyes out..
to think I originally posted this….
I am seriously sitting here. Crying all of the possible bodily fluids out through my tear ducts.
One sentence there describes my life. Sad.
And then I was reminded why I hate this planet.
It disgusts me that that in our day and age this still happens, even more so where I live (Bible Belt), particularly as I am a pansexual myself, but I carry on hoping that change for the better will come.
(Source: ifimromeo-thenyourejuliet, via montbear)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
