She has decided to be my snugglebug today

we-smoke-the-blunts:

blazepress:

How light can change your appearance.

this still blows my fuckin mind

al-the-stuff-i-like:

slightly-fanatic:

guardgenie:

charlesoberonn:

01101111-01101111-01100100:

sanjista:

bbanditt:

chongthenomad:

so my family went to the tulip fields and my little sister didn’t have a good time at all

WHY IS THAT ONE FUCKING TULIP A DIFFERENT COLOR I WOULD BE UPSET TOO

it is the chosen one

it must be the main character in the anime

It got funnier when I realized just how many tulips are in this picture.

“In a world where tulips were yellow, one dared to be different…”

Every spring this picture comes back around and every spring I crack up

at first you just see the row of tulips in the foreground, and it’s funny

then you see the rows stretching back for yards and yards, and it’s even funnier

plaid-and-bowties:

mojosodope178:

dunebat:

coldswarkids:

edwardspoonhands:

thelegendofkungjew:

doxian:

d-dinosaur:

rknjl:

newvagabond:

NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.

NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE.  LIVE.

URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.

<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>

NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN

EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE

PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA

SURVIVE

NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA

REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT

PRETEND IT’S 2BYA

EVOLVE

NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE. 

FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT. 

PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.

STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA

NO “MATTER”.  EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.

THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.

TIME DOES NOT EXIST.

BE.

Wow.

this got out of hand very fast

welcome to tumblr dot com 

This conversation is why I prefer the Internet to actual human interaction. 

Every time. Every. Single. Time.