fuckyeahdementia: ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!

fuckyeahdementia:

ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!

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yoursourwolfisshowing:

kingofanxiousthinking:

HOLY FUCK

I ACTUALLY CANT BREATHE

I LITERALLY JUST HIT REBLOG AND LAUGHED AT MY PHONE FOR A MINUTE OR TWO TRYING YO COMPOSE MYSELF ENOUGH TO TYPE THIS MESSAGE.

 ITS BACK

DEAD, FUCKING DEAD.

OH MY GOD

what even,

this is music

this is actually my favourite audio post on tumblr and i’m going to reblog this for the 3rd time

oh

I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, BUT I LIKE IT

This is after 30-odd other texts.

This is after 30-odd other texts.

mycluttereddesk: lex-is-evolving: beben-eleben: A Daddy’s Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)  Dear Cutie-Pie, Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.” It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior. And I got angry. Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.” Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.) If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you. Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting: I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking. I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you. I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you. I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart. I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart. I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness. I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred. In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common: You. Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you. Your eternally interested guy, Daddy That seriously made me cry. …it’s a little ridiculous how much this sounds like my father.

mycluttereddesk:

lex-is-evolving:

beben-eleben:

A Daddy’s Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)

 Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

That seriously made me cry.

…it’s a little ridiculous how much this sounds like my father.

Andrew is an asshat. I told him I hope god strikes him down with lightning.

See? Great friends.
Andrew is at it again.

Andrew is at it again.

aquarium-art: I dunno I’m not feeling to well soo.. *Spanish Guitar plays in the distance*

aquarium-art:

I dunno I’m not feeling to well soo..

*Spanish Guitar plays in the distance*

Don’t you fuck with me, can of Mike’s Hard. I will start pitching a fit.
Someone’s gonna get punched in the dick.

Someone’s gonna get punched in the dick.

This is how not to be a reassuring friend.

This is how not to be a reassuring friend.

kyleehenke: I’ve reached the Booker portion of the Bioshock Infinite art book I’ll be in my bunk

kyleehenke:

I’ve reached the Booker portion of the Bioshock Infinite art book

I’ll be in my bunk

ars-mortifera: Argh, I give up on this.Wanted to try out something different and… bleh.Might tweak it around later to make it better. Sorry it’s such poop for now.

ars-mortifera:

Argh, I give up on this.
Wanted to try out something different and… bleh.
Might tweak it around later to make it better. Sorry it’s such poop for now.


Iron Man 3 scene after credits

kkalcollection: goingloco: Sleepy lil Starscream for Derpscream. I also threw in a Skyfire-plushie, hope it’s adorable enough. So preciousssss!!!!

kkalcollection:

goingloco:

Sleepy lil Starscream for Derpscream. I also threw in a Skyfire-plushie, hope it’s adorable enough.

So preciousssss!!!!
death-by-lulz: jakemalik: my dad hid in the shower once with a jar jar binks mask and a knife just to scare me and got it on camera

death-by-lulz:

jakemalik:

my dad hid in the shower once with a jar jar binks mask and a knife just to scare me and got it on camera