the {common} err

Beach date, 1950s

this is so unbelievably perfect. New favorite picture ever.

This picture is so wonderful aw

WHY CAN’T GUYS DRESS LIKE THIS NOW STUPID BAGGY SHORTS, STUPID TACKY HOODIES, STUPID SNAPBACKS

i was just out taking a walk and some woman slowly stopped her car next to me and she was all like “excuse me” and i was freakin out like oh my god she’s going to kill me or ask for directions or something, my life is over, and she was like “take this” and she handed me a 10 dollar bill and she was like “get yourself a haircut so you can get a job you fucking hippie” i’m laaughing so hard i am a 16 year old girl this is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me

Posted on May 19th (7:25pm), 1 day ago

connerstoll:

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE HTIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST CONCERNS “WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO ABOUT PORN” OMFG
(sourcE)

sexintartarus:

excuse you our porn is of the finest quality

Posted on May 14th (8:50pm), 6 days ago

not-terribly-elegant:

Doctor Who Series 7 Part 2 Opening Shots

Posted on May 11th (11:15pm), 1 week ago

Eleven’s K-9 nostalgia.

Posted on May 11th (10:53pm), 1 week ago

Posted on May 11th (10:52pm), 1 week ago

ejakeulati0n:

ejakeulati0n:

so i was in choir today and this dude wouldn’t get away from the piano but i needed to find my starting pitch so i told him to play me a d and he didn’t listen to me so i yelled “I NEED THE D, CARL” and then i realized what i said

hey y’all

i got carl to give me the d

Posted on May 11th (10:47pm), 1 week ago

desolve:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

martyred-for-no-reason:

youthopian:

no————one:

deathtraders:

anti-v-ist:

oddsarentinmyfavor:

Interesting fact. The photographer of this photo was a high school student. He committed suicide after exams.

Reblogging in memory of the photographer.

dem feels

I find this so compelling

Oh my.

LES MISUMENTARY: We asked each of the girls separately what their thoughts were towards the other, with mixed responses. {x}

Posted on May 9th (6:37pm), 1 week ago

It’s 4 am and I’ve literally been trying to get my computer to work since 8.

pentiparty:

I have Cornells due today and my average is already complete SHIT what the fuck am I going to do oh god is this what an anxiety attack feels like because I’m pretty fucking sure this is exactly what it feels like

I was just about to ask you why you were up right now, anything I can do to help?

Posted on May 9th (5:14am), 1 week ago

Posted on May 9th (5:12am), 1 week ago

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