thegirlwithgoldeyes:

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before

She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.

roachpatrol:

dejavu1973:

All about Bamboo Tube Dishes(竹筒菜品)

I WANT TO EAT EVERY MEAL FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE OUT OF A BAMBOO DELIVERY TUBE

Reblogged from checkmate.

artsyflight:

seerofsarcasm:

persystella:

groot is probs assumed to be male but tbh i figure groot is a lil genderless being. who needs the gender binary when you’re a celestial tree creature. riddle me that.

"Are you a boy, or a girl?"
"I am Groot."

But like, didn’t Groot accidentally grab Gamora instead of Peter at the beginning? And Rocket was all “Learn genders already!” So like. Groot has no idea what gender is. Seems pretty canon to me?

Reblogged from Nah, Son.
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
— Mary Oliver, from the book A Thousand Mornings
Reblogged from John Green's tumblr

zeekayart:

a guide for people who can’t tell the 90s from the early 2000s apart

  • if people are dressed in neon, it’s the 90simage
  • if people are dressed in space age metallics, it’s the 2000simage

crowleysdelicateass:

tastefullyoffensive:

Mind-Boggling Food Realizations [distractify]

Previously: Genious Shower Thoughts, Dog Shower Thoughts

I feel this post in my soul

castiel-nerd-angel:

I’m laughing way too hard

sapphirefiber:

sociallyinadequate:

sociallyinadequate:

I love pine trees cause they consistently look like they’re flipping everyone off.

image

I live in the Evergreen State. I will never be able to unsee this.

Reblogged from Nah, Son.