March 2012
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Merlin needs to just come out already.
rachlovesmoony:
about his magic
I meant his magic
richwhitelesbian:
i hope rick santorum goes to the corner store to get a can of delicious arizona iced tea and when he takes out his wallet he grabs it wrong and it opens at a weird angle and all his change and his bank card and drivers license fall out and everyone behind him in line is looking at him like “wow what an idiot” while he frantically tries to pick up all his pennies
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
Watchvolonta:
tokyosluts:
powermuffgirls:
oh my GOD
omfg crying
i literally cannot believe what i just witnessed
What the fuck just happened? He’s like Santana!
February 2012
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I'm so gay, I go to bars and order Arnold Palmers....
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Why I (a gay guy) will be forever alone:
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm famous and completely inaccessible.
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm straight, so the only serious relationship we'll ever have begins with a "b".
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm a douchebag, and for the most part you'll just be a really awesome fleshlight to me.
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm twice your age, so most people will assume we're related and that'll make any kind of PDA painfully awkward.
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm a lot younger than you. Jail anyone?
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm taken and/or blissfully happy without you.
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm going to friend-zone you. Good luck not developing feelings for me while I depend on you for everything except romance!
Attractive boy: Hi! I live in Narnia.
Attractive boy: Hi! I'm not even the slightest bit interested in you because you're too tall, or too short, or too skinny, or too fat, or too fem, or too masc, or too boring, or too outgoing, or I don't like your skin color, or I find your crooked teeth disgusting, or I think your hair is gross, or some other reason that will make you feel like there's something or several things terribly wrong with you.
A string of bad days...
Can be very therapeutic. Through all the stress, anger, and bitterness, I can step back, and refocus. It makes my lonely bed all the more sweet.
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Just come home safe and sound, ok?
It’s the only thing I care about lately.
I only remember the dreams that you're in.
“I just want to do hoodrat shit with my friends.”
– Sylvia Plath (via mutualaddiction)
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me: i'm so over him
him: hi
me: kidding
Because we don't have any friends.
It’s something we say, and it’s something we feel, but it’s not entirely true. We’ve always had each other, our small and broken little circle of friends.
But we are growing up. School, Work, Careers, Responsibility, it’s all becoming so demanding. So each and every single one of us is working to achieve our goals and pursue our dreams, we’re working to be...
I kinda wanna go through a Break Up
I’ve been watching too many movies…
You want me. I want you.
But never at the same time. The gentle push and pull of our relationship leaves us running in circles, neither of us satisfied. But I guess it’s okay, since we never had anywhere to go in the first place.
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“Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a great deal to love a leaf. It’s ordinary...”
– Unknown (via breetelgeuse)
He said I deserve so much more than what I allow...
Maybe, maybe not. Until someone’s willing to offer it, I wouldn’t know.
I wrote a song for you.
I was caught somewhere in Twilight, betwixt and between the lucid world and the world of dreams.
Visions of a day long forgotten tore their way through my heart, a day filled with music and heat. A day which I mistakenly thought you were mine.
And as I succumbed to the memory of your heat against mine, tanned skin tainted with the smell of you, a simple melody danced it’s way across both...
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That awkward moment when a Hoe thinks you give a...
