ILLUSORY LIMITS
elithien:
“you can guess who’s my fav K/DA gal
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nerdgul:
“ sparkafterdark:
“ witchchad:
“ totallyfubar:
“ sparkafterdark:
“ momunofu:
“ dadurl:
“ momunofu:
“ chillin on a Saturday night
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Calm down jojo
”
you’re right, I am looking a little stiff here, I should try to relax
”
You call that...
  • me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about

colesprouseofficial:

sorry! your password must contain at least seventeen roman numerals and the entire script of shrek the third

(Source: cosmog)


guitargoat:

scienceasfuck:

congragulation:

just precisely how bad was 1500s jerusalem at making maps, you ask? well,

image

this…is a fidget spinner

Reblog if you believe in fidget spinner earth.

(Source: snime)


garlands-jpn:
“seymour chwast
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itseasytoremember:

itseasytoremember:

someone help me find that image of 4 cats being held up in front of a brightly coloured background. the cats look calm being held but each have their own personality

nvm i found it

image

jesuisperdu:
“ramón cano manilla
Indian from Oaxaca, 1928
”
kingdomoftheballerino:
“Claudia Dean killing the manège in Royal Ballet Company Class
”

animatedamerican:

semitics:

I’m a Jew, so if I am not complaining at all times. I will die

So there’s an old Jewish superstition (not universally held among Jews; we’ve got astonishing diversity of superstition) about how it’s a bad omen to sew or mend an article of clothing while somebody else is wearing it.  Why?  Because it invokes the image of sewing a shroud, which is done while it’s on the corpse.

If you really do need to have someone mend a garment while you’re wearing it, then (so goes the superstition) in order to counter the bad omen, you should whistle or sing or chew something or talk, continuously, while the sewing is being done.  Because those are things a dead person can’t do.  So doing them breaks the ill-omened image of being a corpse, passive and unresponding while someone sews your shroud.

And I bring this up because sometimes I honestly feel like complaining at all times is our way of reassuring each other, and ourselves, that we aren’t dead.

(Source: soloveitchik)