i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease

— David Viscott

Breaking Bad (XXXX)

open rp

“hey guys its me kurt cobain from nirvana” said kurt cobain from nirvana

“holy shit is that kurt cobain”

“is that a fucking bear”

I just like the story behind this. On one hand, one piece of misinformation can easily be accepted as fact if it looks appealing enough. Raccoon skulls look more like what you would expect of an animal skull. Instead of the reality where wolf skulls are actually kind of ugly from the front. But this design is made unintentionally far greater because of this. These tattoos were all found under the #wolfskulltattoo tag on instagram

the ultrasound lady complimented my full bladder💖

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN AT JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE

Me immediately after getting the Claire's vaccine

Y'all forgetting the OG

The above post is not the OG. 

The original, as seen below, was posted on Facebook by a guy in Cincinnati. Someone else saw it and thought they would have more luck propagating it if they changed the city to “Detroit,” because in the American popular consciousness, Detroit is a more infamously blighted city than Cincinnati. And indeed, that version was the one that proliferated, because it resonated more with the people who saw it. The original poster and the original city were forgotten.

Does this really matter to anyone (besides Joshua Cromwell)? Perhaps not. But sometimes people do this with things that are more important than porches…

someone stole our fucking meme! can’t have shit in Cincinnati

As a Croat, seeing a meme about my country for the first time ever on Tumblr is an experience

Bosnia and Herzegovina can have a little shoreline. As a treat

This applies in varying ways to parts of the midwest as well.

I still vividly remember the time my car broke down in a McDonalds parking lot off the main road in Chicago when I was I think 19. I’d been dropping someone off since it was only a day or so’s drive from where I lived and much cheaper than a plane ticket. Anyways the battery cable came disconnected and it was the type you needed a wrench to reattach, I asked in the restaurant if they had one, no dice, asked in the lobby if anybody had one in their car, no dice, I remembered my parents had gotten me a small emergency tool kit years before, then remembered exactly where I’d left it at home. I called my parents, dreading what was to come, standing there describing the problem while looking under the hood, preparing myself for the inevitable mocking that was going to come, when an elderly man in a set of work-stained overalls carrying a duffle bag full of tools Hip-checked me out of the way, leaned in, attached the cable, and walked away without saying a Goddamned Word to me or even making eye contact.

(I shouted a deeply confused “Thank you!” as he walked off, but got no acknowledgement whatsoever)

hey sorry i'm late i wandered into a liminal space

what do you mean i've been missing for 10 years