batlock:

So.

Cards Against Humanity.

I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.

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It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.

If you have it, open your box.

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You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?

Do that.

Do it carefully.

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Holy shit.

There’s something in there. What could that be?

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There’s a card.

There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.

But what card?

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I fucking love these people.

476,388 notes   -  2 October 2014


itsstuckyinmyhead:

Siblings and Tumblr

250,212 notes   -  28 September 2014


pink-cigs:

certifiedtrashh:

youllneverwalcologne:

If you haven’t seen it already, I sincerely encourage all of you guys to watch this incredible speech Emma Watson held at the United Nations!!!

She talks about the misconception of the word “feminism”, gender equality and why there is a need for men to engage in the movement as well. 

Great campaign and great woman!

#heforshe

love her so much

Such an empowering young woman

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nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.




mamalaz:

Dancing Groot made me so happy.

113,300 notes   -  27 September 2014


way-out-of-heaven:

stoop kids



cultureunseen:

Sister Samira Wiley, everybody loves Poussey!

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patientlights:

I think about what it would be like to have you here a lot, like when i’m lying down i just imagine you playing with my hair or if i’m driving i think about how great it would be to have you sitting next to me like wow i just want you here so badly.

7,853 notes   -  27 September 2014