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Dylan O’Brien and Patricia Clarkson at The Maze Runner premiere in New York

Dylan O’Brien and Patricia Clarkson at The Maze Runner premiere in New York

mom: don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot

me: fire cannot kill a dragon

angrychickpea:

i find it funny that “i like big butts” has always been a well-liked song, but as soon as Nicki Minaj samples it and shows off her amazing ass in a video, suddenly OH MY GOD WHAT A SLUT PUT THAT AWAY

like, it’s okay for a guy to talk about how much he loves butts
but it’s not okay for women to love their own butts

funny how that works

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i-havent-been-the-same-since-i:

caz-tiel:

hothaute:

Imagine you’re like in a party and somebody tells you “somebody died fast we need to go to the funeral” and you’re just like

what the fuck kind of scenario is that

a gatsby party

i-havent-been-the-same-since-i:

caz-tiel:

hothaute:

Imagine you’re like in a party and somebody tells you “somebody died fast we need to go to the funeral” and you’re just like

what the fuck kind of scenario is that

a gatsby party

A good writer with a sad idea and a malicious side is a person to fear.

Me. Cause it’s true. (via godiscobalt)

(via counterpunches)

(Source: gavinsdiary)

mymodernmet:

One way to draw attention to those annoying potholes on your block is to turn the problem into a clever photo project. With the help of photographers Arturas Artiusenka and Eurika Balciute, a creative group of friends—called Z999—created this hilarious photo series as a way to raise awareness of the poor road conditions in the Lithuanian city of Kaunas.

condemnedtorocknroll:

auntpol:

terrible-wolf:

star-loser:

steppauseturnpausepivotstepstep:

dynastylnoire:

d-o-r-ia-n:

lierdumoa:

crapherlululemons:

harrietvane:

Photographers keep draping Zoe Saldana over her robust, stubbly [interchangeable] sci-fi costars.

I did not realize these were two different dudes until it was pointed out in the post

wow, me neither

humansofnewyork:

I think a wonderful symbol of the Tibetan culture is the behavior of the stray dogs around their monastery. Most everywhere else I’ve traveled, stray dogs have been very skittish around humans. Here, they seemed right at home.
(Dharamshala, India)

humansofnewyork:

I think a wonderful symbol of the Tibetan culture is the behavior of the stray dogs around their monastery. Most everywhere else I’ve traveled, stray dogs have been very skittish around humans. Here, they seemed right at home.

(Dharamshala, India)

Wal-Mart earned $27 billion in profit last year. They could afford to pay their bottom million workers $10,000 more a year, raise all of those people out of poverty, cost — save taxpayers billions of dollars, and still earn $17 billion in profit, right? It’s simply nuts that we have allowed this to happen. […] You know, this ridiculous idea that a worker on Wall Street who earns tens of millions of dollars a year securitizing imaginary assets or doing high-frequency trading is worth 1,000 times as much as workers who earn tens of thousands of dollars a year educating our children, growing or serving us our food, throwing themselves into harm’s away to protect our life or property, that this difference reflects the true value or intrinsic worth of these jobs is nonsense.

I’m wearing a dead woman’s socks. Suzy. She gave them to my husband a couple months ago, a 3-pack of white Polo socks. Said she’d ordered them online but didn’t need them, or they didn’t fit. I can’t remember. I lose socks a lot. I’m mildly famous for wearing two different socks at all times, so I gladly accepted them. Also, my dad sold Polo clothing at Dimensions, the men’s clothing store he worked out in Philadelphia, so I have a spot soft for the dude on the galloping horse, his mallet in the air. I’m wearing Suzy’s socks and thinking about what the dead leave behind.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.