yes

yes

5 days ago with 11,283 notes via quagsires (source: oucu)
#aesthetic

captainsnoop:

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SCREAMS

poupon:

poupon:

RIP Hilary Clinton’s presidential campaign April 1, 1948-May 1, 1948. Better luck in the next election cycle, sweet prince.

UPDATE:
people are getting offed in the same order as a horror film all up in this trail. Kayne West lived through the measles, a broken leg, thypoid fever, and Joe Biden getting bit five times by a snake, but finally died of “getting sick”. No one man deserved all that Dover’s Powder

UPDATE 2:

When i told my dad that Romney died of dysentery, dad delivered this moving eulogy: “Well, he was always full of shit”.

UPDATE 3: 

Joe Biden is currently celebrating his 8th snakebite. The game isn’t even bothering to print out full news items regarding this anymore, it just says “Joe Biden” and then assumes you know what is going to follow after that. Got bit by a snake, I know, game. I know

UPDATE 4:

R.I.P. Joe “Got Bit By A Snake” Biden. Since the news feed was vague as to the cause of death, I’m just going to assume he died of being Joe Biden, as the previous day’s news item implies.  It’s just Obama left on this lonesome road to Oregon. Remember, Obama, HOPE! And/or CHANGE!

UPDATE 5:
Unfortunately, not even Obama is immune to the tides of change and the rough waters of… uh. Change. After being ghost-piloted into one too many rocks while fording a river, Obama finally swam to that big oval office in the sky.  ”Many wagons fail to make it all the way to Oregon”, the game indifferently tells us. Yes, many wagons fail. But this was The Nation’s Wagon. Though there were many like it, this one was Ours. RIP…. America.

….

…SO WHO WANTS TO PLAY AGAIN WITH RUSSIAN POLITICIANS?

reblog with the whole story of the 2012 presidential race to oregon, for those who have only seen bits an pieces of it.

bits and pieces… just like what our wagon became… Alas, America! Alas, humanity!

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there isnt a single part of this vine i dont like

5 days ago with 183,059 notes via misfireofficial (source: weloveshortvideos.com)

tarnality:

every time we truck.mp4

5 days ago with 36 notes via tarnality
#omg
A year ago today my friend Emilee left to bike across the country for MS research. She died in late September. Around this time one year ago we were talking about how excited we were to trade stories when we both came back in December and how we were both excited and scared. Today is a bit of a sad day, but don’t worry about talking to me about it, this is less a solicitation of notice/interaction and more just that I’m by myself today with no one to talk to about it and I want to place some tangible marker of this weird, terrible milestone out there in some semi-permanent medium.

A year ago today my friend Emilee left to bike across the country for MS research. She died in late September. Around this time one year ago we were talking about how excited we were to trade stories when we both came back in December and how we were both excited and scared. Today is a bit of a sad day, but don’t worry about talking to me about it, this is less a solicitation of notice/interaction and more just that I’m by myself today with no one to talk to about it and I want to place some tangible marker of this weird, terrible milestone out there in some semi-permanent medium.

5 days ago with 7 notes
#death

François-Henri Galland

François-Henri Galland

6 days ago with 5,879 notes via weeghetti (source: paintdeath)
#art #good

I only just got around to looking up comments on songmeanings (the gold standard analysis obvi) and discovered that not everyone thinks this song is about doubting a recovery from depression?? And I know that this album was generally, and sometimes with good reason, panned but I think this song is so wonderful, and from the very first the “small town in my mind” to me was the feedback loop the speaker’s own brain puts her in when she’s on the road to recovery, that she’s been in an insular, closed-off, this-is-the-way-it-will-be-forever-and-ever-amen environment that depression can create (it will go on forever, there is nothing else, you’ll never feel again) and that as she begins to get help, get a little better, experience a modicum of optimism, depression puts up one last fight (“everybody not so nice, nice” “what’s the hurry”) and suddenly she starts to worry that what she’s leaving behind when she fights depression is not a parasite feeding on her brain, but that it is her brain, that it’s shaped her personality for so long that she wouldn’t even have become herself without it. People are always so eager to get out of small towns, but at the same time, those suburban-restlessness experiences shape and make you (don’t even get me started on how much I still think about the Suburbs album) and depression has woven itself into the fabric of her personality so deeply, and would she even like what she was if she left it behind.

bolto:

steampunk is just brown goth

6 days ago with 2,925 notes via qalvatron (source: bolto)
#me over here hatin
janey-jane:

"You will address me as ‘Sir’"
Sometimes I just have a lot of thoughts about mirror!verse Uhura. Happy thoughts.

janey-jane:

"You will address me as ‘Sir’"

Sometimes I just have a lot of thoughts about mirror!verse Uhura. Happy thoughts.

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