Congratulations, you broke physics.
this gave me an aneurysm
That car one makes me want to cry.
Physics go home, you’re drunk.
what do men want? it’s sausage. so much sausage. tons of sausage. They want their chapped. Burly lips wrapped around a length of greasy sausage as it runs over their tongues, probes, and then gently slides down the back of their throats
'Sometimes she wants to put a match to him, have done with him; finish with that endless, useless longing. At the very least, daily time and the entropy of her own body should take care of it—wear her threadbare, wear her out, erase that place in her brain. But no exorcism has been enough, nor has she tried very hard at it. Exorcism is not what she wants. She wants that terrified bliss, like falling out of an airplane by mistake. She wants his famished look.' || Margaret Atwood, The blind assassin
Let me know if ‘real power’ wants a magazine or something
He already did
Isn’t it relaxing?
Just seeing the snow quietly flow down, makes you calm.
This is so perfect I want to cry
This is so relaxing to watch
There could be a dead body under that snow and no one would ever know.
oh, there you are Tumblr.
Based on this post
…aaaand Tom Hanks has his hand caught in a pickle jar.
“You have to let go. No, let go of the PICKLE.”
“But I want a pickle.”