1. 15:57 19th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from pawclaws

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  2. 15:57

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  3. 15:55

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    Reblogged from pawclaws

    Tags: powerfullycute holyshit

    aaaiiiihhh!!!!

    aaaiiiihhh!!!!

    (Source: dizorubu)

     
  4. I still think it should be spelled “greatful.”

    just saying.

     
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  7. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    GUYS! I just found out that The Ventures initially formed in Tacoma!!!!!!

    maybe this isn’t so exciting for you but this is huge for me they are my favorite band i didn’t know anything abuotUT themmM!

     
  8. I’m at that point

    where i almost just signed up for christian mingle just bc i don’t know wtf to do with all these fantastic selfies

    they need more nice agnostic jewish girls on there, right?

     
  9. stfueverything:

    ppgfreak85:

    One of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.

    Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.

    I can’t possibly love this enough

    Ahhhhh. Breath of fresh air/ yes please thank you so much.

    So many people suck at just saying what things are. A lot of guys will really just jump on any opportunity they can get to interject some “cool” term that lets you know they’re in the hip-know skater club.
    Sorry, but we do know what you mean when you use dumb words. When you say “this is gay” it means your mentality is that of a lazy, angry, irresponsible teenager wining for attention (and cultural capital).


    Personal reflection - I really like the girl who speaks her mind thing up there, too. That’s huge. I know girls who are like “I’m just gonna be a bitch about it!” and that works for them… but I really am too shy and like people too much to want to call my behavior “bitchy” when all I’m doing is being assertive or sometimes (not purposefully) mansplaining my opinions.
    (ftr I don’t ID as a man— just a cis-lady with Yalie law-jerk genes)

    It also makes me feel HELLA icky when dudes make jokes about “oh yeah she was just bein’ a BITCH” when such was not the situation. If the lady in question actually was being a bitch (lets get colloquial/read: a-mean-person), then it makes sense to complain. If the lady was just expressing anger though, then waving her off as being a “bitch” is really bitchy, guys. (again: MEAN. RUDE. As dudes, rudely, meanly using power bestowed upon you and propogated by 100s of years of other dudes in dudeworld. COOL.)

    end thoughts: i still believe that, fundamentally, when thinking about people’s language use you need to look at all aspects of how they’re communicating- when people verbalize these things, then context and facial cues will generally tell you if they’re being a butthead or not. (NOT that there’s anything wrong with having a butt for a head! hehe )

     
  10. fucking

    BREAD and BUTTER, MAN!!!

    I’m TELLING ya!

     
  11. 18:39

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    Tags: NOW

    I can’t believe it’s now!

    Now! It’s now, now!

     
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  13. 23:03 6th Aug 2014

    Notes: 128

    Reblogged from lindsayzoladz

    lindsayzoladz:

    "And I’ll fish for compliments, and I’ll drink until I’m happy. And I’ll wonder what you’re doing, but I won’t call."

     
  14. 2) Tipo 00

    The layers blend. In order to sound this bell you draw an old string bow across its gold flecked surface. A blinding effect, for softness assumes no guilt. I am wondering though, if, depending on your shapes, this sound might reflect constriction; an articulation lost only on the conscious observer. An effective coup des armes we run over the night as if time, which never was, will, in concurrence, never be. A cadence which folds into sweet cream; a sequence stacking and kneading layers melt. In order to sound this bell, draw a bow or your sword across any surface.

     
  15. Fricatives


    [raw myelin and the mind amplified by orange lights against black air and a black road, mylar fibers rustling and squeaking about as they did so for there was not enough room to be expanding and bubbling; convulsing, contracting like they were. It is impossible: there is no room there is only room to breathe and let them break within themselves… The ratios were all askew. Of inner to outer they were backwards. My body was turned inside out my vertebrae the floorboards why won’t you move—]

    3) Cheguei

    To swing up and return down the arrest of an exponential function is a stronger and surer resolve than any single spaced bursts my heart could fall through. There is certainly thunder and we are calling it down and out through our skeletons, which hit the ground even as they leave the ground, again and again and again. If instead of a single shock when lightning struck your flesh it hummed through your skin and your heart. If you boiled water and instead of it turning to vapor it burst into flame in your heart, your heart, and your heart.

    2) Tipo 00

    The layers blend. In order to sound this bell you draw an old string bow across its gold flecked surface. A blinding effect, for softness assumes no guilt. I am wondering though, if, depending on your shapes, this sound might reflect constriction; an articulation lost only on the conscious observer. An effective coup des armes we run over the night as if time, which never was, will, in concurrence, never be. A cadence which folds into sweet cream; a sequence stacking and kneading layers melt. In order to sound this bell, draw a bow or your sword across any surface.