You're All a Bunch of Babysitting Bastards!

Getting into a KarAkciddent and splashing 3 cups of FükkenScälden all over myself

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Reblog and put in the tags what you would have been blogging about on tumblr in 2004.

2004 was a HUGE year.

listen i know you’re making a point here but i cant stop thinking about ‘imagines my dragons’

This made me smile. Maybe you need a smile today too.

My body is already an inhospitable environment, there’s no way a friggin baby would be able to survive in it

Also babies can’t even fight, how would they fare in battle against my inner demons?

sand tiger sharks

on it, boss lady

every now and then i am reminded of nintendo's official solution to the wii u pro controller not having gyro controls and it never fails to send me into hysterics

Fallout 3 power armor mechanic and his duplicitous twin brother who says the word "uncivilized" too much.

I was debating pre- and post- smartphone existentialism with an older gentleman today and he stopped part way through and said “Why are you a security guard? Why aren’t you teaching this at some college somewhere?” And I didn’t know what to say so I went with “Well I used to make art but nobody pays an artist”

I want to invoke thought and wonder and introspection and encourage the passions of every soul I meet forever and ever and dig until I find the glorious potential for creation and experience and joy in every single one but unfortunately I must pay rent and so I stand, a meat shield, an NPC with unlockable dialogue

#capitalism brain tells you that anyone interesting must fight to the top of their interest#and precludes the possibility of everyone everyone everyone already being interesting

never met a sentence i couldn't make incredibly long

And now it must be said, as many numerous things often must be, in great volume and variance breaching topics that are near enough to innumerable and certainly beyond the measure of counting, that just as anyone lucky enough to find themselves in posession of thoughts miraculously appearing in their waking mind fully-formed upon conception, both clear and concise, blessed as they are with a mastery of their language sufficient to express oneself with brevity, it is so that with equal frequency I find that I am cursed with a wholly opposing nature: to take that which is brief and succinct, simple and straightforward, and somehow find it within myself instinctive to stretch those very same thoughts and words so remarkably thin across the page that the length of any given sentence may very well rival that of a modest novel, taking any poor and pitiable reader several deep breaths to recite out loud- or, perhaps in the case of one equally blessed to be of great, strong lungs and a determined air- merely the rather long and arduous effort of enduring it.

this video sends me every time. the lip syncing. the source material. iconic

I reblogged this one time and someone else who reblogged it from me tagged it with #violence

#violence

I found it

This has to be like an ancient relic or something

Which funny blog is the one that you flag for historical tumblr posts

@hellsite-hall-of-fame