Well What's This Then?

Thatonegiveaway

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 01:37:17 -0700

I wish to join the giveaway for one of three 3”-ish necklaces made of Sterling Silver and Cubic Zirconium valued at $150 each. The contest ends September 30th with the winners being announced on the jeweler’s nifty new website artgemsjewelers.com, and the blog running the contest is Pathetic Peripatetic. I’ve also made sure I’m following all of the rules.

Just because it’s a crack doesn’t mean that it’s broken. This pendant captures the repercussions of the absolute collapse of the universe and death of everything everywhere. The jeweler couldn’t think of a better way to commemorate the ending of the universe.

Reblog if you laugh at HILARIOUS Tumblr posts alone in your room like an idiot.

Sat, 12 May 2012 20:49:40 -0700

most-awkward-moments:

Studies show that this blog develops ab muscles due to excessive laughter.

The Most Awkward Night of My Life Poorly Recounted

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 10:23:00 -0700

I may still be in shock.

I sat frozen, head hunched, subconsciously attempting to hide behind the rainbow-banded bong that had been placed before me. I stared through my phone, unblinking, unable to even continue playing my game. My hand hovered, fingers curled into petrified claws poised above the screen. They exchanged catty phrases, awkward, clumsy attempts at flirting and vindictive retorts that were almost cruel for the discomfort they caused the other and the vomit of words that followed, a rambling, tumbling mess of broken evasions, an unnecessary, flimsy epic, like this one(it would be impossible to describe these events any other way). An emotionally volatile middle-school moment. Surely many others had experienced similar situations, though perhaps not so late as 2 years after being awarded a degree. I wished with every fiber of my being that I had never come, had feigned exhaustion and stayed home. So did they, voraciously. They floundered, physically, verbally and I was terrified. The THC and CBDs flooded my brain, mixed with the desperate, animal fear that had already inundated my system and sent it into a rodent’s panic, and I silently begged to be released, to be awarded my switchblade key so that I could escape this gruesome caricature of human interaction. It had become surreal, even the art on the walls was too much to look at. There is a distinct possibility that I stopped breathing. Finally a fumbled apology and freedom was mine. I fled with barely a farewell. My terror took me swiftly, safely, thankfully home. I cannot believe that happened.

2:26 a.m. April 25 2012

weedporndaily: Dellene Peralta x Slinger Collab Western High...

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 01:02:33 -0700

weedporndaily:

Dellene Peralta x Slinger Collab Western High Heel Dry

I need this.

most-awkward-moments: More laughs here.

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 12:38:29 -0700

most-awkward-moments:

More laughs here.

Marijuana Users Decrease Car Accident Rates.

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 12:32:17 -0700

Marijuana Users Decrease Car Accident Rates.:

Wee more evidence!

Photo

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 01:04:52 -0700

most-awkward-moments: Challenge: look through 10 posts of this...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:20:54 -0700

most-awkward-moments:

Challenge: look through 10 posts of this blog without laughing.

"‘Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats, and then monkeys, and..."

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:12:53 -0700

“‘Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats, and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we’re frightened, the hair on our skin stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We ARE history! Everything we’ve ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. Would you like the rest of the story? I’m made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They’re in the way I look, in the color of my hair. And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think.’”

- Terry Prachett (via rescueforthehopeless)

Really, some days it’s hard to even pretend to try.

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:10:44 -0700

Really, some days it’s hard to even pretend to try.

not-a-comedian: tumblino: priscillacifra: I might have...

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:28:09 -0700

not-a-comedian:

tumblino:

priscillacifra:

I might have overdone it on caffeine tonight. Maybe. Just a smidge.

i cant

You know, there’s a loooot of fanfiction that this would fit in to. *sigh*

Photo

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 02:19:22 -0700

theepurplebottle: black lace This causes a vague recollection...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 01:59:00 -0700

theepurplebottle:

black lace

This causes a vague recollection to pop up in my mind, but I can’t quite remember what it is…does that make sense?

The United States of America on college education

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 01:49:45 -0700

Student: I'm not going to go to college because I don't want to go into debt.
USA: YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE GOING TO AMOUNT TO NOTHING YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG. YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY TAXES ARE SO HIGH.
Student: I'm just going to attend a small community college instead.
USA: HAHAHA YOU WERE TOO STUPID TO GET INTO A GOOD UNIVERSITY. ENJOY YOUR MCDONALD'S DIPLOMA.
Student: I attended a four year university and received a diploma in a field I am interested in. Now I am $50,000+ in debt.
USA: YOU DUMBASS. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU COULDN'T AFFORD IT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN CHOOSE A USEFUL MAJOR EITHER. GOD PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE ME SICK.

Well I messed up that last post. Here's an awful vomit of a story.

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 00:22:38 -0700

(All of the entries had to begin with the first sentence and had to be 600 words or fewer.)

She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. She thought closing her eyes would make it easier as she once again passed through the threshold, but human flesh was poor defense for something as alien as the void. It tore through her, colors her mind refused to accept bleeding through her eyelids as what felt like wind whipped around her. It wasn’t wind. There was no air here. Her lungs screamed as the breath was ripped from her, but she remained calm and strode boldly forward. It would be over soon. As she walked she began the mantra the book had told her to recite.

“I am me” she could barely hear her own thoughts, “I am who I have always been, my mind is my own, nothing can change that. I am me.”

The void’s power pulled at her, and she could feel her flesh dissolving. It didn’t hurt, it never really hurt, but she doubted she’d ever get used to the feeling. Her body was changing, and she wasn’t pleased that she could hear her vertebrae popping as her neck stretched out, and was grateful that there was no pain as the bones in her face shifted and rearranged themselves.

“I am me, but I have a role to play.”

Another few steps and she realized she was leaning unnaturally far forward, her torso too long to remain upright. She fell forward onto her hands, new muscle supporting her effortlessly. Her shoulder blades erupted from her back, stringing new sinew and flesh behind them as they arced out somewhere above her head. She could feel the change completing itself, and she quickened her pace, anticipating the end of the void, though a familiar spike of fear rose in her chest as the colors intensified.

The mantra took form in the nothingness as the words left her strange throat with air she didn’t have. A new heart pounded frantically in her chest but her voice -still her voice- remained strong.

“I am me. But I have a role to play.”

Finally she stepped out into reality. Soft grass crunched beneath her feet as she stumbled into existence, gulping sweet air. Her eyes opened, sharply slitted, a predator’s eyes. Ancient oak trees met her, pale moss shivering as a cool breeze ran gently across smooth scales, sending a shudder through her in turn. They bristled across her, emitting a soft, fluting whistle she was sure no human could hear.

“I am me.” She forced the words around cruel rows of teeth. Her voice was deep, but she could still hear herself in it. “I am me.”

This is where she would stay, her home until it came time to play her part. The book had told her its story, and she knew the role she must play.

kushandtumblr: Every single person should reblog this R.I.P....

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 00:06:08 -0700

kushandtumblr:

Every single person should reblog this

R.I.P. Trayvon

Every single time.

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 23:32:02 -0700

Every single time.

doctorwho: Obama and Nine. girl-panic: The resemblance is...

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 20:20:15 -0700

doctorwho:

Obama and Nine.

girl-panic:

The resemblance is uncanny.

poobuttface: Finished this sucker. Fucking violas are hard to...

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 20:01:09 -0700

poobuttface:

Finished this sucker.

Fucking violas are hard to draw man.

This is the coolest thing I have ever seen. EVER.

The minds of dogs are awesome and strange Image from the...

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 02:38:00 -0700

The minds of dogs are awesome and strange

Image from the illustrious Three Word Phrase webcomic. Read it. Sometimes nsfw. http://www.threewordphrase.com/