foomod:

rocketbeagle0:

rocketbeagle0:

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT HUNDRED OF METERS UNDER THE SEA, THERE IS A LIVING BEING THAT IS LITERALLY JUST A FLOATING BUTT

LOOK

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IT’S CALLED THE PIGBUTT WORM I JUST SHOWED IT TO MY PARENTS I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE

Hundred meters under the sea scientists have discovered

The booty

15 hours ago with 166354via , source
astonishingly:

is it fucking square then??

astonishingly:

is it fucking square then??

15 hours ago with 1013via

Forgot I had Tomb Raider 2013, and then remembered. Right before assessment time. But it’s great, if I get stressed out I just take a break and SHOOT ALL THE DUDES

AVRIL LAVIGNE - HELLO KITTY MV

This is a joke, right?

It’s like…it’s like someone’s mum read a shitload of tumblr blogs and just started churning all of these phrases out to sound cool.

16 hours ago with 414via , source
nbchannibal:

meganmachine:

Happy Earth Day!! Isn’t nature beautiful?

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by nature.

nbchannibal:

meganmachine:

Happy Earth Day!! Isn’t nature beautiful?

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by nature.

16 hours ago with 7005via , source

hushthenoise:

16 hours ago with 168345via , source
THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING IN THIS SCENE. 

THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING IN THIS SCENE. 

16 hours ago with 169via , source
17 hours ago with 81156via , source

unhistorical:

Gabriel García Márquez Dead: Nobel Prize-Winning Author Dies At 87 (TIMENew York Times)

Colombian Nobel laureate Gabriel García Márquez was the author of One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), Autumn of the Patriarch (1975), Love in the Time of Cholera (1985), in addition to many other novels, short stories, and non-fiction works. In 1982 he received the Nobel Prize in Literature for “his novels and short stories, in which the fantastic and the realistic are combined in a richly composed world of imagination, reflecting a continent’s life and conflicts.” García Márquez, only the fourth of six Latin Americans to be awarded the literature prize since its inception in 1901, lamented: “they have taken into account the literature of the sub-continent and have awarded me as a way of awarding all of this literature.” In his acceptance speech, entitled “The Solitude of Latin America”, García Márquez addressed the postcolonial struggles of Latin American nations, and the willing embrace by European institutions of Latin American cultural expression but not its social realities:

Latin America neither wants, nor has any reason, to be a pawn without a will of its own; nor is it merely wishful thinking that its quest for independence and originality should become a Western aspiration. However, the navigational advances that have narrowed such distances between our Americas and Europe seem, conversely, to have accentuated our cultural remoteness. Why is the originality so readily granted us in literature so mistrustfully denied us in our difficult attempts at social change? Why think that the social justice sought by progressive Europeans for their own countries cannot also be a goal for Latin America, with different methods for dissimilar conditions? 

1 day ago with 873via , source

c0lin-m0rgan:

'Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days'

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1 day ago with 115749via , source
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