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sweethoneysunflower:


sweethoneysunflower:


sweethoneysunflower:
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graceespooks:

graceespooks:

my grandpa is always making fun of old people he sees like he’s not 85

he goes “wow today was old folks day at olive garden” i was like yeah grandpa that’s why we brought you there at 4:30pm

(Source: graceebooks)

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joylesssyndicalism:

lookatthisfuckingoppressor:

"Protests became violent when demonstrators threw a tear gas canister back at the police" will always be one of the clearest example of the fucked up way police violence is naturalized and legitimized.

During the 2001 FTAA summit in Quebec City, one newspaper famously reported thatviolence erupted when protesters began throwing tear gas canisters back at the lines of riot police. When the authorities are perceived to have a monopoly on the legitimate use of force, “violence” is often used to denote illegitimate use of force—anything that interrupts or escapes their control. This makes the term something of afloating signifier, since it is also understood to mean “harm or threat that violates consent.” ” From Crimethinc"The illegitamcy of violence, the violence of legitimcy   Funny how these things  remain relevant. 

I’ve always enjoyed, as well, the idea that the violence begins with the protesters. If Mike Brown is murdered and then protesters respond to that murder, does the violence start with the protesters? No the violence was already there, already happening, the daily violence of capitalism and the State, of racist institutions and cops. 

Reblogged on 22 Aug 2014 from tiktok-itsaclock
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iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #so here’s the thing #after years of chasing curses and hearts and fountains; losing the pearl and winning her back and losing her again #after rum enough to drown his sins and sorrows both#captain jack sparrow wakes up one morning and he’s immortal #just like that #no deals with calypso (he hasn’t been able to find her since the brethren court broke her chains) no desperate double-dealing #one morning he just…stops #stops aging stops dying #he gets the seas forever—except #except #the edges of the map are closing in #the lure of undiscovered treasures is waning and merchant ships are becoming better defended #the day that the East India Company takes Shipwreck Island; Jack feels a great chapter in the world’s history close #(he flees to the Barbary coast with the rest of his ilk; but the romance has gone out of it—the is too much desperation #too much hunger too much blood to it nowadays #the age of the swashbuckler won’t live out the decade) #I imagine this thing he’s chased all his life would crumble through his hands as he bounced from ship to ship #he never gets used to the square rigging on the clippers; though they lead to some good work running tea from china #but the first time he sees a steamship he nearly walks off the dock out of shock #of all the ways sailing would have changed; who thought you’d get rid of the /sails/ #(he swears he’s never getting on one of those monstrosities; let alone sailing on one) #(he manages to hold out until 1893 when the longing for the sea overwhelms him and he decides that even #that ghastly smog and the humming of the engines can be endured) #sometimes he’ll see calypso out of the corner of his eye—leaning on the deck railing; darting alongside the ship with the dolphins #(someone in the early 20th century tells him they’re not fish and he nearly busts a gut laughing) #he wears a hundred names and a hundred looks; cuts his hair short or grows it long #calls himself american; spanish; english (british); caribbean #he has two dozen different copies of Stevenson’s Treasure Island—it reminds him of something gone and half-forgotten #and in 1920 when Seitz comes out with Pirate Gold; Captain Jack Sparrow is in the first row (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 
iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

#pirates of the caribbean was kind of a formative influence #so here’s the thing #after years of chasing curses and hearts and fountains; losing the pearl and winning her back and losing her again #after rum enough to drown his sins and sorrows both#captain jack sparrow wakes up one morning and he’s immortal #just like that #no deals with calypso (he hasn’t been able to find her since the brethren court broke her chains) no desperate double-dealing #one morning he just…stops #stops aging stops dying #he gets the seas forever—except #except #the edges of the map are closing in #the lure of undiscovered treasures is waning and merchant ships are becoming better defended #the day that the East India Company takes Shipwreck Island; Jack feels a great chapter in the world’s history close #(he flees to the Barbary coast with the rest of his ilk; but the romance has gone out of it—the is too much desperation #too much hunger too much blood to it nowadays #the age of the swashbuckler won’t live out the decade) #I imagine this thing he’s chased all his life would crumble through his hands as he bounced from ship to ship #he never gets used to the square rigging on the clippers; though they lead to some good work running tea from china #but the first time he sees a steamship he nearly walks off the dock out of shock #of all the ways sailing would have changed; who thought you’d get rid of the /sails/ #(he swears he’s never getting on one of those monstrosities; let alone sailing on one) #(he manages to hold out until 1893 when the longing for the sea overwhelms him and he decides that even #that ghastly smog and the humming of the engines can be endured) #sometimes he’ll see calypso out of the corner of his eye—leaning on the deck railing; darting alongside the ship with the dolphins #(someone in the early 20th century tells him they’re not fish and he nearly busts a gut laughing) #he wears a hundred names and a hundred looks; cuts his hair short or grows it long #calls himself american; spanish; english (british); caribbean #he has two dozen different copies of Stevenson’s Treasure Island—it reminds him of something gone and half-forgotten #and in 1920 when Seitz comes out with Pirate Gold; Captain Jack Sparrow is in the first row (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

(Source: jamesfrancos)

Reblogged on 22 Aug 2014 from megidokis
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kiingjingaling:

when rly cool artists follow u

image

Reblogged on 22 Aug 2014 from sleepyteadrinker
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alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney
alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney

alittleworldofimagination:

Ok but this is one of my favorite Disney endings because they decided to be happy together as frogs rather than try and find a way to be human and by finding that happiness they got to be humans again like that is rad as hell thank you Disney

(Source: subtubitles)

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9rimes:

melongorl:

diancie:

cumomelet:

mcgriddles:

probablynotinsane:

YALL SOMEONE BROKE INTO THE LOUISVILLE ZOO AND LET OUT A GIRAFFE

Is this fuckinf real? Are you fucking kidding me?

Is this real tho

Someone deliver it to me.

what tf do u want a giraffe for

see this is what the purge should be about. fuck murder lets get someone giraffes. god bless america.

9rimes:

melongorl:

diancie:

cumomelet:

mcgriddles:

probablynotinsane:

YALL SOMEONE BROKE INTO THE LOUISVILLE ZOO AND LET OUT A GIRAFFE

Is this fuckinf real? Are you fucking kidding me?

Is this real tho

Someone deliver it to me.

what tf do u want a giraffe for

see this is what the purge should be about. fuck murder lets get someone giraffes. god bless america.

Reblogged on 22 Aug 2014 from sockmonfox
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cheezetits:

sweet-bitsy:

awwww-cute:

Went to a pet store today and saw this GIANT rabbit

So you decided to throw money at it like a stripper

stop the objectification of rabbits now

cheezetits:

sweet-bitsy:

awwww-cute:

Went to a pet store today and saw this GIANT rabbit

So you decided to throw money at it like a stripper

stop the objectification of rabbits now

Reblogged on 21 Aug 2014 from starstruck-pyromaniac
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iwriteaboutfeminism:

Ferguson’s public library welcomes students and teachers this week, while schools are still closed. 
iwriteaboutfeminism:

Ferguson’s public library welcomes students and teachers this week, while schools are still closed. 
iwriteaboutfeminism:

Ferguson’s public library welcomes students and teachers this week, while schools are still closed. 

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Ferguson’s public library welcomes students and teachers this week, while schools are still closed. 

Reblogged on 21 Aug 2014 from ladypentaghast
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thereisnoindividual:

Jack - Requested by risenlioness
Miranda - because I wanted to
thereisnoindividual:

Jack - Requested by risenlioness
Miranda - because I wanted to

thereisnoindividual:

Jack - Requested by risenlioness

Miranda - because I wanted to

Reblogged on 21 Aug 2014 from minipocalypse
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youareyoubutwhoareyou:

itissilent:

vintagefreshman:

DEAR PEOPLE WHO MADE “THE GIVER” MOVIE:

THERE ARE NO FUCKING HOVERCRAFTS IN THE BOOK

NO HOVERCRAFTS ABDUCT JONAS IN THE BOOK

JONAS AND FIONA DO NOT FALL IN LOVE IN THE BOOK

THE INJECTIONS ARE PILLS IN THE BOOK

JUST

PLEASE

JONAS IS TWELVE IN THE BOOK.

I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BADLY

(Source: rose-vest)

Reblogged on 21 Aug 2014 from doctor-pippy
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bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though
bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though

bobbayb:

pot8tosexual:

WOW THIS IS REALLY NICE

This is cute though

(Source: ethan)

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louiswilliams:

my public school used to have a yearbook committee and me and my friends really hated some guy from 5th grade because he used to always tease us so we changed his name to milky cow in the yearbook (they ended up having to go over every year book with sticker strips to cover milky cow with his real name) and that’s why they discontinued the yearbook committee

image

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offfffffffffthesouthernisles:

Guardian of the Galaxy spoilers 

offfffffffffthesouthernisles:

Guardian of the Galaxy spoilers