kassie-in-neverland:

theteaward:

In which the actors are their characters.

I liked this video by the thumbnail alone.

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pinkmanjesse:

dang it i saw a private part on the internet

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iwishlilbwasmygrandpa:

How do you jerk off but for your heart

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docgelegentlich:

yiffacademy:

docgelegentlich:

like or reblog this comment for two thousand children

wait… do we like or reblog to help two thousand children, or to receive two thousand children

Two THOUSAND children.

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how many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

  • A: The terrible sex had made him feel deeply interesting, like a murder victim.
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  • A: The beast, which had represented his feelings, was dead. “I think I’ll do a pushup,” he announced to the sea. The sea respected him for it.
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  • A: [4000 words from the narrator about his feelings on his childhood circumcision]
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  • A: War is hell.
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  • A: He straightened his tie. He had lost, but in a romantic way, which meant that he had won. “I’m going to do a pushup,” he announced to his tie. His tie respected him for it, and secretly wished that it could have sex with him.
  • ---
  • A: You wouldn’t understand.
  • ---
  • A: He swore curses at his coworkers. He was making a lot of money. Fuck.
  • ---
  • A: This neighborhood in New York City was very different from the other neighborhood in New York City he’d just been in.
  • ---
  • A: He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.
  • ---
  • A: [4000 words about an isolated encounter with a service worker that borders on racist and goes nowhere]
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  • A: “The cocaine isn’t the point. The cocaine is a metaphor,” he explained wearily over the pile of cocaine. She folded her arms. She didn’t understand his cocaine. “Didn’t you read my manifesto?” The prostitute had read his manifesto. Why couldn’t she?
  • ---
  • A: This lightbulb is inauthentic.
  • ---
  • A: ”It’s only the institution I have a problem with,” he explained to the empty bar.
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  • A: The time had come for him to go to war, and also find himself, and also reject the rules of your society.
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  • A: His alcoholism was different, because someday he was going to die.
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  • A: [Nothing happens for 450 pages; receives fourteen awards]

rosejanenoble:

womb-of-reefer:

How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source

this is one of the coolest things on tumblr

See, I’m not unattractive, the lighting’s just wrong everywhere.

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are children small, or just far away?

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