"A chronological oddity of sorts"

• 2012-06-01

  To those who deliver spam to my inbox-using my name as the sender isn’t very clever is it? I think I’d remember if I sent myself an email.

  p.s I don’t require penis enlargement right now. But I appreciate the twice daily update.

• 2012-05-25

  deep abandonment issues at our core,
  but if not each other there’s fuck all to really keep hustling for.

  — Dour Percentage (via known-some-call-is-air-am)

  Source: known-some-call-is-air-am

• 2012-05-23

  1. 1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
  2. 1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
  3. 1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
  4. 2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
  5. EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS

  Source: louisbitchlinson

• 2012-05-18

  There’s no corn in a leprechaun, it’s a total lie.

  — le dad

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  libertesedosistema:

  “Isso é terrivel. Pelo menos está acontecendo longe daqui”

  (via intellectual-stupidity)

  Source: americawakiewakie

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  mrmoulin:

  He must’ve said it guise. There’s a pic of him with the quote.

  (via differentreality)

  Source: mrmoulin

• 2012-05-03

  moominboy:

  i miss the generations when a guy had to ask a girl out by asking her parents, where a girl could just be beautiful in a tshirt, where bubonic plagues decimated villages across europe and left a third of the population dead. reblog if u agree

  (via totolindo)

  Source: moominboy

• 2012-05-02

  [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

  burtonlang:

  marceldoucheamp:

  Kraftwerk - Autobahn

  I just started playing this song, and then I open Tumblr and it’s at the top of my dash. Noice.

  This accompanied me on the bus today.

  Source: mudwerks

• 2012-04-30

  eyelovelisa:

  “We Will Commit Wolf Murder,” by Of Montreal

  Something’s terrorized my psyche to get even
  Lately you’re the only human I believe in
  I tried to understand his logic
  But there’s just no pattern there
  No sympathetic voices anywhere
  There’s blood in my hair

  Now I’m considered ugly from every angle
  You’re the only beauty I don’t want to strangle
  Can’t you hear me crying out for guidance?
  Yes, we hear but we don’t care
  There’s no sympathetic victims anywhere
  There’s blood in my hair

  I want to get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel
  Because your vibrant blackness coco artery is so unreal
  When I die I want you to die too
  Not try to stay in this all
  In a dimension without you, spit on this planet without you
  I envy you because you can believe in things like I never could
  And like, dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race
  All I meant how to send into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transsensiation
  Don’t know what that is (use your imagination)

  They paralyze my psyche to get even
  Lately you’re the only dancer I believe in
  I would put your dower’s blood in my hair
  No sympathetic voices anywhere
  There’s blood in my hair

  Anti human armies spring from every angle
  You’re the only soldier I don’t want to strangle
  I can see this intolerance fate
  So don’t expect us to cooperate
  Anyway, it’s five lives too late
  And there’s blood in my hair

  Harbors
  Our most obliging harbor
  For this illusion movies
  I wish I’d be stung by
  Tears of confusion
  Will you
  meet the common end to
  your odd shaped mission?
  Though it isn’t true
  I don’t believe in that kind of plot
  But still I pray for you

  We will produce verity holocausts
  We will commit acts of misery
  We will weaponize silence in a sense
  And we’ll forget

  Someone’s terrorized my psyche to get even
  Lately you’re the only human I believe in
  I suffer from this death to find a kingdom raised
  Terror corpses in the vapor, martyr’s wrapped in butcher paper

  In the fall a monster possessed your mind
  You’re the only dancer I don’t want to strangle
  Can’t you hear me crying out for guidance?
  Yes, we hear but we don’t care
  There’s no sympathetic voices anywhere
  There’s blood in my hair

  I saw you laughing, but tomorrow you’ll say you were there
  You looked at me in disgust. Girl, why should I care?

  There’s blood in my hair [x3]
  Blood in my hair
  Fuck

  Source: eyelovelisa

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  It’s like we weren’t made for this world (Though I wouldn’t really want to meet someone who was)

  — of Montreal-“The Past Is a Grotesque Animal” (via tentative-decision)

  Source: tentative-decision