pushing hoops with sticks

— Khalil Gibran (via iamabuddha)

EASTON, PA—Dreading the looks on their faces once they realized the recipe was “truly easy as fuck,” local grandmother Rosemary Guzzo, 79, confirmed Monday that she didn’t have the heart to tell her family that any dipshit can make lasagna. “No, I don’t think I can bring myself to do it. They’d be too crushed to find out I learned how to make “Nana’s famous lasagna” from the back of a Barilla box,” said Guzzo, explaining that the dish involved not some old-world secret guarded by generations of Italian matriarchs, but the layering of pasta, meat, cheese, and tomato sauce. “You know what’s hard to make? Soufflé. Not lasagna. Any knuckle-dragging dumbass off the street can set an oven to 375 and pop in a baking pan.” At press time, Guzzo’s daughter had asked her to write down each step so they could enjoy the “family treasure” for years to come.

why would a candle thats already lit want to be with a match

also her being lit is going to eventually melt her and reduce her to nothing match guy is an abusive sadboy who thinks he’s the victim when candlegirl just wants someone who will keep her alive

im here for this analysis

Kansai Yamamoto asymmetrical blue knit face sweater, 1980s.

I was gonna take a nap but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Happy Halloween

We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are often brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction… 

                                       —  “all about love: New Visions” by bell hooks

25 human years to Keanu is equivalent to like 2 minutes. he hasn’t changed outfits cuz he’s barely started his day

Ok but in super Mario Odyssey you can get one of the main collectables just by sitting next to a sad guy and I love that more than I should (Also sorry for low quality pics)

Mario, you beautiful hero… never change. They may call you bland, but you are precious just the way you are.

The Pantagraph, Bloomington, Illinois, October 7, 1943

this is probably the best compilation out there

she’s literally a 14 year old girl with a myspace full of teen angst.

Nothing like a fresh and thinly sliced cucumber, in the whole world. Heard cutting it then aerates the fibers, heard it brings out the flavors of the plant. Makes me feel, electrically. I’m all electric. God bless it, I’m lightning.

I’ll put it in a salad, that’s a good place for cucumbers. You got to cut it thin, though. There’s so much beauty inside of me. It feels like a tumor, tumors sprouting from every pore. I’ll cut them thin, heard it aerates the fibers.

I feel attacked by this lmao

let this event be known

brown person: *has green eyes*

ten white national geographic photographers grabbing their cameras: hhol,;y fuck. … holy shit.

Yall remember that episode if Rugrats, where they almost died of heat exhaustion while the grown ups slept? (Yea we can unpack that dark ass shit later) BUT AM I THE ONLY ONE SAD WE NEVER GOT TO SEE THE BADASS BABY, AL-SABU AGAIN!? HIS NAME LITERALLY MEANS “HEART OF LIGHT!” THATS AWESOME!! LOOK AT THAT DOPE ASS INCH WORM THINGY HE RODE! SHOUT OUT TO BROWN BADASS BABY OUT HERE SAVING A GAGGLE CRACKERLINGS FROM DYING OF DEHYDRATION!