confusion & frustration in modern times

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theroomisonfiree:

per-les:

gosh

if you weren’t in love of Jack Dawson you’re lying
xrvchel:

schizophrenic-stoner:

shakespearean-rose:

phyerfly:

"Those people with stretched ears and tattoos are all bad news."

107,000 NOTES IS NOT ENOUGH.

i’ve reblogged this about 6 times. i’ll never not reblog this.

Hotttiieeeeee
squeewentthefangirl:

just noticed how ron is rubbing harry’s hair here while his brother rubs his as well and now i’m having head canon’s that ron did it because that’s how his brothers show affection and he thought of harry as a brother and help i am having hp feels
heldenkotze:

 


accidentully:

calins:

thiscosmicobscurity:

His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you.  i will love you. i will love you.
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so perfect.

i think I am going to cry

I think at least 200,000 of those notes are me reblogging this


dafahdills:


My brothers best friend had this really rare brain cancer and after 6 years of fighting he past away on the 24th of December. A few days later we all went out to the ocean and spread his ashes because his one request was to be one with the sea so he could travel to all the places he would never get to experience. That 9 year old boy taught me everything about being a good person and this picture just brings back a lot of memories. Rest in peace Max Spartacus Kleinfeld.
thisis-my-note:

queersailorscout:

cayminquinn:

castielsass:

crowleyplease:

ohvienna:

#i feel like a lot of people try and turn the hunger games into some big katniss picking between peeta and gale when in reality the entire book is katniss making her choice over and over again. prim. it’s always prim. the only person she KNOWS she loves.

she and dean would get along 

you did not just

oh FRICK HUNGER GAMES AU DEAN WOULD VOLUNTEER FOR SAM IN A HEART BEAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME NO HESITATION HE WOULD MARCH TO THE STAGE AND STAND WITH HIS JAW CLENCHED AND MURDER IN HIS EYES AND LATER WHEN HE SAYS HIS GOODBYES HE’D HUG SAMMY AND TELL HIM “DON’T WORRY, I’LL BE BACK SOON”
there wouldn’t even be a fake romantic subplot to help him survive he would rip people’s throats out with his bare hands even before he got his hands on a weapon, no mercy, with that same furious set to his jaw as he had on reaping day because no one is gonna keep him from getting home to Sammy. 

I need this AU like some people need air.

SOMEONE MAKE THIS HAPPEN
smokinthefurrr:


The people should not be afraid of their government. The
government should be afraid of their people.

Holy fucking shit is this relevant.
sharramoon:

slurpingiceamericano:

theburiedlife:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

This just changed me
drwholvr:

101st-analborne:

fallbeil:

mugenstyle:

eccecorinna:

wrathofprawn:

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever



pilots (◡‿◡✿) 
girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)
girl pilots killing nazis ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

But, remember, women never did anything in history.

I’m reblogging this again. Always reblogging. Always
crystal-poison:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”