The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough

slacktension:

When Bryke wasn’t sure if there was going to be a book 2, the originally were going to have Asami join the United Forces

Like they had a little joke where Asami was going to run off with Iroh, and Mako was going to be all “What the heck? He’s 36.” and Asami was going to be all “So, I’m 29.” And Mako was going to be confused, “What!?” Then Asami: “Wait, how old are you?!” Then Mako was going to be all , “I’m 19!!!” 

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IT HAD TO BE DONE THE DVD COMMENTARY IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN THIS WEEK

prayistrash:

dont stop believing

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1 month ago / 510 notes
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#lol omg #bollywood

korrarebelspirit:

Lmao hella funny elevator conversations XD

prasejeebus:

Mariah Carey at an Ariana Grande concert:

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spankmehardsanta:

susan i know ur home, just come outside so we can talk things out

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4 months ago / 224,484 notes
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#lol omg #animals

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timetraveldean:

"I don’t like Eurovision"

"Oh, okay here’s the way to the exit"

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gufiaoo:

Taking a picture with Avril Lavigne like

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5 months ago / 196,535 notes
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#lol omg #avril lavigne #smh
conduiteugene wondered,
What's that Flappy Bird game everyone keeps talking about

angryboyfriends:

zaccharine:

Flappy Bird is the tale of this worthless piece of shit:

You see this unnaturally rotund, wide-eyed, piss-yellow asshole? Notice how he has wings? They might as well not even be there, because this fucker can’t fly worth shit. A paper airplane crafted by a four year-old could fly for a longer distance, I am fucking certain.

So your job is to help poor ol’ Flappy hear fly. “Aw, poor lil’ guy! I’ll help him fly, how hard could this be?”

That’s what I thought.

Oh god, I was an unfortunate, misinformed soul. I was innocent, until I was corrupted.

For some reason, the game takes place in the same fucking universe as Mario, as evidenced by the green pipes. That is, save for the fact that there appears to be the skyline of a modern city in the background, something that certainly does not exist in the realm of our favorite mustachioed plumber as we know it. Who knows, maybe Flappy Bird himself overthrew the Mushroom Kingdom, creating a metropolitan dystopia run by other round, flightless fucks. I certainly would not trust those eyes - or rather, eye. There is a sort of evil lurking in the depths.

A normal bird would be able to avoid these pipes on their own, but Flappy needs your assistance. It’s up to you to repeatedly, yet methodically, tap the screen to raise Flappy back up when he inevitably begins to descend at a speed that requires a weight which we cannot even conceive as being possibly possessed by such a small, feathery shit stain.

There are no breaks. There are no checkpoints. Pipe after pipe, eventually it all begins to blend together. That is, if you make it past the first obstacle, which will probably take you a while since the controls are so fucking horrid. No, Flappy, you little pissant, I didn’t want you to go that high! Wait no, stop! Shit!

Please don’t play this game, I’ve lost family and friends. When I walk down the street, people look at me. They know. And I know, too, when I see someone who’s made the mistake of attempting to guide this avian atrocity. You can see the emptiness in their eyes. You can smell the regret.

Don’t let Flappy drag you into the vortex of despair with him.

Avoid Flappy Bird at all costs, lest you wish for a fate worse than death.

it consumes your soul

lordoftheinternet:

some thoughts are so private that you only share them with a therapist or 17,000 people on the internet