Erika Lynae

chocolates shaped like body parts

Abandoned intersection near Ottawa. [720 × 404].

The Parliament of Traffic Lights will decide your fate

Where that New England Gothic post

my personal favorite

I think this picture of my gf helping fix my car should be in the MoMa

then gandalf the gay and gandalf the bi and monty python and the holy grails trans pride

I miss working at the sex store people would really walk up to me and say shit like "I need help making my wife cum" and I'd be like yeah. I know just the thing brother

can someone tag molly

molly you have to see this one

I simply don't think that's true eBooks.com but thank you anyway

the age old question

I'm about to wii sports resort to violence

I'm about to have a wii fit

Amazing photograph taken in the fraction of a second where the target doesn’t even know he’s being tackled yet. Idiot.

listening to creep on the radio in the car and after it ended the host just sighed and went “well, im sorry you feel that way thom” and then played the next song

The terrible Gollum game is only the beginning, folks. The Hobbit enters the US public domain in just a little less than ten years, so the current rights-holders are going to be trying to squeeze every last bit of profit they can out of the little fucker before he becomes free to use. You have no idea what's coming.

Two kinds of people

one time i went through the taco bell drive thru and when i tried to order a baja blast i said “mountain boo bah” and then i just left. couldn’t recover

a friend of mine once went to order a beefy bean and cheese burrito but ordered a “beedo beedo” instead and i think of it every time i go to taco bell

90’s public washroom designed by stéphane plassier

imagine youre cinderella and youre running away from the ball and your. actually i cant tell which shoe would be funnier to lose 

NSFW/Not Safe for Work is a funny concept to me because I have on separate occasions worked as 1. a creator of porn comics for an online subscription service, 2. a film archivist, digitizing material for the The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender, and Reproduction. I got to experience the dissonance of writing a crisp, professional email to my editor like I was taught to in art school and then attaching 18 pages of dong pictures to it. I've called a coworker over to dispassionately watch hardcore pornography over my shoulder so that they could help me make sure I was scanning a film at the correct frame rate. We were both wearing lab coats at the time. In terms of raw percentage, I have likely spent half or more of my professional life working in situations where it would not be all that unexpected to see someone's hole(s) in the course of my duties.

One time in my archiving job I was scanning a film from probably the 1960s or so, and the male performer looked straight down the barrel of the lens, so I had this transcendent moment of connection through time and space and the medium of film with a stranger whom I will likely never meet, who may indeed be no longer living on this earth, and then he turned away and started railing a woman. Felt like I got whiplash.