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BOOM.
President Obama, yelling at Presidential Candidates after they do nothing to stop the booing of gay soldiers.
Obama better win otherwise it will all go to hell. GO OBAMA.
this man is perfect. on all levels.
plus one point
(Source: gerardthehomosexual, via loup-petit)
This is why we’re friends.
so i got one of those hipster hats. after ben told me that it kind of makes me look like link, i was sold. time to save hyrule, bitches!
the boys house.
portland, oregon.
december 2011.
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’ If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. ‘They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’ So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.’
George Carlin (via soul-ache)
I’ve always thought sleep was a bizarre activity. That doesn’t mean I don’t take part, because as a human we don’t really have a choice, but it is still so strange.
(Source: moufles, via jprugger816)
This is one of the best things I have seen in a long time. Anytime I’m in a bad mood I am just going to watch this. I’m a huge fan of Everynone as a whole, they are fantastic filmakers.
WORDBONER, y u so obviously jacking ideas from people and selling them?
Tumblr Friends: please reblog the fuck out of this, as an artist-type it pains me to see a site like WordBoner blatantly copy an idea to profit off of it. Check out InflatedDeflated to see how obvious it is that WordBoner copied them. My friends started this art project for fun and since it’s gotten some attention in the past couple days it seems as though WordBoner didn’t enjoy that.
(via kdyldy)
This is taken from one of my all time favorite parts of chicago. Missing that city and the people that come with it. Really missing summer nights on that pier.
(via rachelbarriosx3)
So proud of my baby boy Bugs, doing big things this year :)
Yesterday was the first day for the Jenner Speakerbox project that I’m photographing, and it went really well!
The project is a part of Columbia College’s outreach program, BIGArt. It aims to get Columbia’s first-year students more involved with local communities, while teaching art to students of the local public schools. For Jenner Speakerbox, we’re teaming up with students from Jenner, whose students (many of them) were residents of Cabrini Green who were displaced due to the recent demolition. We’re teaching them how to tell stories and conduct interviews so that they can discuss their experiences and, towards the end, interview their parents. Hopefully, this process will lead them to consider their history, where they are presently, and ultimately, where they would like to go in the future.
Grab hold of the nearest stranger. Don’t take the stranger’s hand, God knows where that’s been, but grasp their arm, firmly. Don’t let go until I tell you to.
Miranda July (via leopoldgursky)
Your best friend might meet this stranger at a rock show and they might sit in a parked car talking for hours and when they break up, 10 years later, the stranger, the one whose arm you’re holding right now, might call you sobbing at odd hours of the night, asking What did I do wrong? And you will say, You did nothing wrong. Practise this now, say: “You did nothing wrong,” to the stranger.
You may never meet this stranger again but you may, years from now, talk to the stranger’s grown child, in another country and never put it together that you once held his mother or father’s arm. It’s unlikely to come up. Incidentally, the stranger’s child will be very politically engaged, and you will do a lot of bluffing to keep up with the twists and turns of the conversation.
A few weeks from now, you might be at a restaurant with some friends and the people at the next table might be laughing incredibly loudly and with great frequency. And not at all innocently, you will think to yourself, they are laughing as if they are better than everybody else. The loudest laugher, the ringleader, has an especially arrogant cackle. You imagine marching over there and punching the loudest laugher in the face, which is exactly the kind of fantasy you’ve been trying not to have. In an effort to apologise for the imaginary thrashing, you smile at the loudest laugher, who, you suddenly realise, is the stranger whose arm you held a few weeks ago.
This stranger might not have a drug problem now, but later, a few years after you become friends with the stranger, you will realise, with a sigh, that’s it’s best to take everything the stranger says with a grain of salt. Sigh now in preparation.
This is the first time you’ve touched the stranger, but the two of you might touch again, alone, in the dark. The stranger might ask you if that feels good and you might reply with an ambiguous mumble that the stranger couldn’t possibly understand, and you feel the stranger wanting to repeat the question, but deciding not to and now it’s too late for you to clarify your reply, which was affirmative. Confidentially, I would like to say to you now, It’s never too late.
This stranger will die, sooner or later, and you probably won’t be there to help the stranger let go of their life, which was made of many, many individual moments – this being one of them. Give the stranger’s arm a gentle squeeze right now, as if to say: “Go on, you can do it, just let go without really thinking about it,” as if life were a cup, or a rock, or piece of string.
You may let go of the stranger’s arm now.
(Source: Guardian, via leopoldgursky)
