1. breakfastburritoe:

ordon-village:

stunningpicture:

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

    breakfastburritoe:

    ordon-village:

    stunningpicture:

    Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

    This is transcendental. 

    THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

  2. merasmus:

fagome:

EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO IN MY ACTIVITY I SEE THIS FCKING POST AND IT SAYS TOP POST +163 WHO TF GOT IT 163 NOTES IM SO PISSED ITS LITERALLY JUST A PICTURE OF THIS WOMAN SAYING A FART HOLDING SOME LARGE ASS BLUE BOOK WHO CARES ITS JUST A FART

A “fart”?

    merasmus:

    fagome:

    EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO IN MY ACTIVITY I SEE THIS FCKING POST AND IT SAYS TOP POST +163 WHO TF GOT IT 163 NOTES IM SO PISSED ITS LITERALLY JUST A PICTURE OF THIS WOMAN SAYING A FART HOLDING SOME LARGE ASS BLUE BOOK WHO CARES ITS JUST A FART

    A “fart”?

  3. xelamanrique:

this was my favorite part of the anaconda video.

    xelamanrique:

    this was my favorite part of the anaconda video.

  4. 
An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
 The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

    An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose


    The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
    I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
    with a smile that lit up her entire being.

    She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

    I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

    “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

    She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

    “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

    “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

    After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
    next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
    as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

    Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
    she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

    At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
    introduced and stepped up to the podium.

    As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
    you what I know.”

    As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
    playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

    You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
    We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
    older and growing up.

    If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

    If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

    Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
    Have no regrets.

    The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
    with regrets.”

    She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

    She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

    At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
    peacefully in her sleep.

    Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
    never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

    These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

    REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
    OPTIONAL.

    We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

  5. usagiwaffles:

so this happened

    usagiwaffles:

    so this happened

  6. played: 47,931 times

    anarchiccorrosivity:

    anarchiccorrosivity:

    Every month someone manages to find this horrible thing, and it explodes in my notifications as a horrible reminder that this is the magnum opus of my voice acting

  7. chrisissippi:

the prophecy

    chrisissippi:

    the prophecy

  8. lastmimzy:

    The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME

  9. ampersandsblog:

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    badjade:

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  10. tramampoline:

    cupcakesflying:

    ships with height differences <333

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