*does the anime character with glasses thing*
Does that really work though?
how many jackets can i wear at one time
the answer is a hoodie, a sweatshirt, a scarf, and a jacket
about an hour and a half after this picture was taken i became overly warm and discovered that I could not move my arms far enough with three jackets to remove the top sweatshirt
i had to go downstairs and ask my parents for assistance.
they have not yet stopped laughing about it
- Slug (via jb3a)
The original pitch for the Powerpuff Girls was a student film called Whoopass Stew. Craig McCracken originally intended to show what the perfect little girl was before Professor Utonium added a can of Whoopass to the concoction. The perfect little girl (sitting on the rainbow) was supposed to be the perfect mixture of sugar, spice, and everything nice. When the accidental extra ingredient was added, the three original ingredients split up to match the personalities of the three new girls. Bubbles being sugar, Buttercup being spice, and Blossom being everything nice.
Chemical X is whoopass.
This is the greatest day of my life.
And suddenly Bleedman’s comic makes sense.
Bleedman’s comics with never make sense.
- Margaret Atwood (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
- Thomas Hardy (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
sexting is so weird i did it once and the guy was getting really into it and i was eating a pack of doritos and playing final fantasy
Antoine D’Agata - Ice (published 2012)
“…Pictures and texts in a disturbing testimony, showing the commitment of a photographer documenting drug-generated fictions…until he loses control.
In December 2007, Antoine D’Agata arrived in Phnom Penh and fell in love with Ka, a Vietnamese prostitute and drug dealer. In January 2008, they began to share a small and dirty flat downtown. Here started the oblivion.
Addiction to methamphetamines took over the photographic work and the frontiers between fiction and reality started to melt. This is where Ice came from. The horror that permeates the pages is not so much the ‘journey to the end of the night’ of a photographer as it is the violent filth and hypocrisy of a system that grinds the flesh of those who were refused speech.”