A Thorn in the Daisies

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geothebio: pros to buying a pizza: pizza cons to buying a pizza: buying

Fri, 31 May 2013 23:18:11 -0400

geothebio:

pros to buying a pizza: pizza

cons to buying a pizza: buying

icarusing: people who fall asleep quickly and easily make me so irrationally angry like wow it must...

Fri, 31 May 2013 22:57:40 -0400

icarusing:

people who fall asleep quickly and easily make me so irrationally angry

like wow it must be so nice not to lie in bed for hours replaying every negative moment you’ve ever had in your entire life every single night

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the13thchair: Music Bazooka

Mon, 27 May 2013 22:05:20 -0400

the13thchair:

Music Bazooka

not-enough-fandom: i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while...

Mon, 27 May 2013 22:02:59 -0400

not-enough-fandom:

i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolics through fields of lovely flowers,
my struggle is real

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Mon, 27 May 2013 16:38:28 -0400

That sinking, sickening feeling I get in my stomach. That feeling. It’s here again. It’s been...

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:02:23 -0400

That sinking, sickening feeling I get in my stomach.

That feeling.

It’s here again. It’s been happening so often lately. And I can’t seem to get rid of it for good.

pizza: how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:09:39 -0400

pizza:

how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said

i-o-u-an-assbutt: iamaproudsuperwholockian: counting-to-one-hundred: APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO CBC...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:42:31 -0400

i-o-u-an-assbutt:

iamaproudsuperwholockian:

counting-to-one-hundred:

APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO CBC NEWS TUMBLR IS KNOWN FOR “Foul language and nude photos”

REALLY? THATS ALL? WHY NOT THE AMAZING ARTISTS? THE SOCIAL JUSTICE? EVEN THE PHOTOGRAPHS ON THE SO CALLED “HIPSTER BLOGS”

WE ARE MORE THAN JUST FOUL LANGUAGE AND NUDE PHOTOS. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

Are we?

yes we fucking are now shut your dirty whore mouth you lil shit

bridlesandbits: teashoesandhair: utterlydeceptivetwaddlespeak: tommarvolohiddles: mandatoryupgrad...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:40:58 -0400

bridlesandbits:

teashoesandhair:

utterlydeceptivetwaddlespeak:

tommarvolohiddles:

mandatoryupgrades:

Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:

I want that to be the final line of my biography.

let’s not forget about this gem from macbeth

and, of course, from henry v

ah, the leeks.

Guys are we forgetting Titus Andronicus or

And never ignoring the classic from Romeo and Juliet,

“thou art a saucy boy”

behindthestripes: sarcasticdumpling: whoishannahh: destielsrai...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:40:02 -0400

behindthestripes:

sarcasticdumpling:

whoishannahh:

destielsrainbowdick:

nocturnalvisionary:

novakian:

This guy would survive a horror movie.

This guy would survive a horror movie.

Every single time this comes up on my dash it gets funnier. Like I just fell of of my bed from laughing so hard

He fucking hit him with a lamp.

I love his freedom pants.

(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:28:44 -0400

(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)

Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”

Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”

Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”

Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”

(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)

wyte-one-thousand: pleiadian-princess: radagastlovesyou: you-...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:11:17 -0400

wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

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Tue, 14 May 2013 21:24:37 -0400

I hate it when my day is fantastic and then it goes to shit.

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:23:41 -0400

I hate it when my day is fantastic and then it goes to shit.