9530
19 Aug 14 at 1 am

pleatedjeans:

You should follow @pleatedjeans

 15786
19 Aug 14 at 1 am

theclearlydope:

We need to work on that poker face.

[via]

theclearlydope:

We need to work on that poker face.
[via]

laptopped:

"you’re all posers" i say to the models. they are very good at their job

(via greetings)

 71252
19 Aug 14 at 1 am

agentmlovestacos:

There is no greater Guardians/Parks & Rec gif mashup than this.

via chrisisoninfiniteearths:

Fantastic.

(Source: msfili, via trizzybakes)

 21640
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

thecalmfangirl:

And sometimes you just need to have it all.

(via zackisontumblr)

thecalmfangirl:

And sometimes you just need to have it all.
 1505
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

collegehumor:

Cellphone Notification Trolling

If you want to really mindfuck someone, learn to imitate their cellphone’s notification noises. It’s the kind of prank that has the power to send any potential victim into a Pavlov fit of insanity, or at the very least piss them off until they catch on. That’s exactly what Manfred Hanberg did to his friend who has no idea he’s been trolled until after checking his phone several times.

(Source: vine.co)

zibbyd:

These ghosts in OFF look like they’re telling you a really lame joke

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“OKAY, OKAY- STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE-!”

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“Where do ghosts buy their food?”

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“At the ghost-ery store!”

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“AAAHHH? AAAAHHHHH?!”

(via waffulpe)

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

thepreciousthing:

adire-adire:

victorysunshine:

goldfish-kisses:

geek-in-a-box:

martiemcfly:

WHY ARENT THERE ADULT-SIZED PLAYGROUNDS

LIKE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AS A KIDS PLAYGROUND

BUT BIGGER

WHY DO WE NOT HAVE THOSE

theme parks. just. theme parks.

but u have to pay for theme parks

that’s the adult part

son of a bitch

ladies and gentlemen, behold

the St. Louis City Museum:

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Playground for adults and children.

They even serve alcohol.

I know where we’re going guys

(via parkingstrange)

 101347
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

thepioden:

4gifs:

Classy snake. [video]

attn mintleaftea

(Source: ForGIFs.com, via trizzybakes)

thepioden:

4gifs:

Classy snake. [video]

attn mintleaftea
 17635
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.

I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.

The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.

"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"

Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.

Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.

I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.

But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.

"No, I’m good," I said.

"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.

Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—

Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.

Reader, I bought them all.

(via parkingstrange)

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.
I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.
The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.
"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"
Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.
Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.
I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.
But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.
"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.
"No, I’m good," I said.
"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.
Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—
“Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.
Reader, I bought them all.
 16023
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

waitingforturnips:

Google is celebrating Diana Wynne Jones’s 80th today!

(via pintib)

waitingforturnips:

Google is celebrating Diana Wynne Jones’s 80th today!

slayboybunny:

HAVE YALL TAKEN THE TIME TO APPRECIATE THE AMAZING DUGONG, 
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THE ONLY OTHER NONEXTINCT ANIMAL IN THE SIRENIA AKA SEA COW FAMILY BESIDES MANATEE ?
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it is like a smaller smoother manatee…

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but with a DOLPHIN TAIL,
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and a SPACESHIP VACUUM MOUTH

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DUGONG!!
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(via carolxne)

 20604
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

sniffing:

dog trying to save fishes

(via greetings)

 557083
19 Aug 14 at 12 am

shingekinokyojinheaven:

he just became like 50% carrot

(Source: lolgifs.net, via iwascumfort)