needlesslycrunk:

THIS AINT FUNNY MOM
THIS AINT FUNNY MOM
IT’S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY
THIS AINT FUNNY MOM

YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SHIT (MOTHERFUCKAAAAA!)
YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SHIT (MOTHERFUCKAAAAA!)

WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME BITCH
WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME BITCH
I’VE ALWAYS TRIED TO PLEASE YOU
WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME BITCH

I JUST

I CAN’T EVEN DO THIS RIGHT NOW

NO, JUST FUCKING FORGET IT

HAPPY MONDAY!!!!!!!

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kellyoxford:

THESE skeletons of a Roman-era couple buried in a final embrace have been unearthed in Italy. Archaeologists excavating a palace found the remains of the lovers, who have held hands for 1,500 years. The man and woman were discovered in a joint tomb in a palace in Modena. Excavation director…

“I’ll never let go, Jack.”

“Yeah, great. Let go, don’t let go, we’re buried alive in a fucking tomb while Billy Zane and his goddamn bowl cut are laughing it up with Caesar. I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!”

oh my god I love him so much I even think jumping in a gross ass puddle would be amazing right now.

futuresexlovesounds:

Esquire UK, December 2011.

(via freakyeahjustinrandall)

goodnight sir

My boy Attenborough’s version of hanging by the water cooler.

(via fuckyeahdavidattenborough)

OMG JT AND CILLIAN MURPHY.

blah blah blah Amanda Seyfried in the middle in some shiny blue shit. close my eyes I’m in the middle and it’s okay if it’s in a three-way.

futuresexlovesounds:

In Time UK premiere, 10/31/2011.

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dopegirlfresh:

verbal-purification:

illrandomocity:

*waits for response*

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I’m done.

haaaaaa!

in some kind of awesome universe this is my next haircut.

tomboyfemme:

fluffy.

fuckyeahmenswear:

Fashion week post.

Post fashion week.

Post blog-era.

Postdated.

Postmodern.

Postmortem.

#dead.

One final gasp.

One last grunt.

Yearbook photo.

Dashboard Bombardment Society.

Founders.

Da goof troop.

Special Olympics.

At the OC.

No Brody.

Where’s ya boy?

On some McFly shit.

MIA from the photo.

Son, your moms needs to check her hands.

We eatin’ over here.

Stretched out waistbands.

Down bitches call me Calvin.

No Marky.

UN up in this bitch.

Bloggers without borders.

White privilege delegates.

Generally ethnic general assembly.

Yo Richie Rich.

If you want to put these boys in the canon.

And have them blast off like some pause-worthy firework.

You know who to holla at.

Been had selvedge fuses.

Been had Bin’s Bic.

But where the fuck was a blogger you ask?

You want the G’d up true Bollywood story?

No madras.

Was in the cut lookin’ mad fresco.

Raphael since day one.

Great master from the jump.

Manifesting human grandeur.

Fathering pupils in the workshop.

All that shit.

Nerds taking street shots.

While I’m painting the School of Athens.

Stanza della sprezzatura.

Peep the tribunal.

Judicial authority.

Unfuckwitable.

Vanishing point.

Dat boy Daiki in a polka dot robe with a finger to the heavens.

McNasty next to him.

Palm to the ground.

The eternal debate.

Abstract angelic Forms versus the particulars of EVAs on concrete.

The philosophers of our time.

Candide & Co.

The age of entitlement.

See, my life is simple.

I tend to my blog.

And stay away from the three great evils.

Boredom.

Vice.

And Fashion.

Fuck that shit.