1. korrakun:

    my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  2. aznmaddy:

white people who literally just don’t get it: a memoir

    aznmaddy:

    white people who literally just don’t get it: a memoir

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  3. walmarts:

    nobody move, this is a bank robbery! put all the money in the bag. yeah, good… now I’d like to make a deposit

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  4. portlandia:

    True Detective Season 2

    Reblogged from: portlandia
  5. popfreakinpunk:

    was this movie even real

    Reblogged from: dom-is-a-dom
  6. There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
    Albert Camus, The First Man (via larmoyante)
    Reblogged from: fuckyeahexistentialism
  7. There’s nothing to say. The less I say the better I feel.
    Charles Bukowski, from an interview (via mirroir)
    Reblogged from: ohsealegs
  8. freudian-slipped:

bencrowther:

This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

hey that’s exactly what i make at my mindless, irrelevant job 

    freudian-slipped:

    bencrowther:

    This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

    hey that’s exactly what i make at my mindless, irrelevant job 

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  9. kobetyrant:

    me when I got money: ha! broke ass bitch how the dollar menu taste? I wouldn’t know because it’s Big Macs only around here hoe!!!!

    me when I’m broke: capitalism is inhumane and must be put to an end.

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  10. http://danielkanhai.tumblr.com/post/97536129250/i-think-the-saddest-thing-about-growing-up-is-that

    danielkanhai:

    i think the saddest thing about growing up is that as an adult you know pizza is finite. like when you’re a kid and you open a pizza box and there’s a whole pizza there you’re like, “whoa, we’re gonna have pizza forever!” i just ordered a pizza and opened it at my kitchen counter and ate four…

    Reblogged from: danielkanhai
  11. pretzelsnake:

    m0n64 submitted:

    For when you find that specal someone
    https://31.media.tumblr.com/023adf053339d67322ef5012f7479a5a/tumblr_n8wvm3XXiB1swze9do1_500.jpg

    an eggagment ring

    DELETE YOUR BLOG 

    Reblogged from: dom-is-a-dom
  12. There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.
    Jim Butcher, Skin Game (via wordsnquotes)
    Reblogged from: fuckyeahexistentialism
  13. iguanamouth:

    thankyoucorndog:

    iguanamouth:

    birds dont exist 

    if this is truee, how is it that i, a bird, am using laptop?

    image

    checkamte

    shit 

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  14. toopunktofuck:

    one of new jersey’s most famous confections, saltwater taffy, was invented because some asshole’s candy shop flooded and ruined all his taffy and he sold it to a child anyway and i think that pretty much says a lot about the overall cultural climate of new jersey

    Reblogged from: itsacrisis
  15. goatkult:

    bless
    this
    post

    Reblogged from: galletoa
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