June192013

dr3amingofdisn3y:

It’s amazing they animated so well that they actually had to make it worse.

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3PM

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3PM
merrymalthus: quietlittleplaces:  I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy. So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall. out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going. the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again. Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass. I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked. Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion. he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?” We had a moment of silence. Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”. He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away. I lowered my hands after a minute and I…. what… I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens. this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of

merrymalthus:

quietlittleplaces:

 I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy.

So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall.

out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going.

the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again.

Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass.

I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked.

Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion.

he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?”

We had a moment of silence.

Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”.

He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away.

I lowered my hands after a minute and I….

what…

I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens.

this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of

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3PM

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3PM

Second day at the job and I’m sick. Some days just suck!

me 

June172013

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10PM

madamoisellegabi-rielle:

ccolfers:

Jason Segel and Neil Patrick Harris singing “Confrontation” from Les Misérables

i just found my favourite post on tumblr

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8PM

andheavenwaits:

#70 years later and still accurate as fuck

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8PM

Amphityon, for so many years we prayed to the gods to bless us with a child. Perhaps they answered our prayers.

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8PM

chosenprat:

I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose

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8PM
clints-bitch: rogers-and-stark: PRICELESS me too, robert. me too.

clints-bitch:

rogers-and-stark:

PRICELESS

me too, robert. me too.

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8PM

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8PM

When people say “You know that thing you’re really obsessed with?”

relatablesherlock:

superwholockathogwarts:

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

that-stupid-tardis-sound:

imjohnlocked:

the-bite-of-frost:

relatablesherlock:

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“Your husband’s on tv”

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“that show that made you cry”

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“That show where the main character died”

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That one with the really hot British actor.

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“I found that body you hid”

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i was not expecting this

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8PM

lindsaur-gor:

There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.

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8PM

floating-babies-in-the-dark:

The only thing I hate about reading is I get so attached to the characters. And after I finish the book, that’s it. I will never learn anymore about them or their life or what they ate for breakfast. No matter how many times I reread the book, I will always only know the same amount. And it saddens me. Finishing a book means losing people close to you.

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