May 2013
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Thirty Seconds To Mars - Up In The Air (Lyric... →
KaneZenon, youtube.com
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April 2013
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sweeta
“You’re not just a regular moron. You were DESIGNED to be a moron”
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When someone tries to look over your shoulder as...
whatdiabetesshouldcallme:
saraahhty:
whatdiabetesshouldcallme:
Oh my god. This is too accurate. Hahahaha
relevant so I’m bringing it back!
Unfortunate.
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Panem
elektronik-ink:
voldemortspatronads:
Okay so this is a map of Panem..
Throughout all the books in my head it was just like this
My girlfriend and I once sat down and tried to map it out based on context clues and what each district produced and so on…but this is so much more beautiful.
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March 2013
7 posts
Why are you depressed? "There isn't a simple...
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” ― Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny… View Post
Oh diabetes...
fattiekyu:
megan-lyn:
this was me at dinner tbqh. /bows~
own that shit.
CollegeHumor Staff Blog: How to kill two birds... →
collegehumor:
How to kill two birds with one stone:
Step 1: Find a decently sized rock. Step 2: Drive to pet store that sells birds. Step 3: Take rock and kill one bird in pet store with it. (Because their wings are clipped, they won’t be able to escape) Step 4: Using same rock, kill a second bird.
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February 2013
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January 2013
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For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest...
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“Look at you, soaring through the air like an eagle… piloting a blimp”
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“Okay, credit where it’s due: for a little idiot built specifically to come...”
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Cave Johnson: [Cave Johnson died long before the events of the game. Chell and GLaDOS are listening to his last recorded words, a message for his human test subjects, which he made while he was deathly ill] All right, I've been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade!
GLaDOS: Yeah.
Cave Johnson: Make life take the lemons back!
GLaDOS: Yeah!
Cave Johnson: Get Mad!
GLaDOS: Yeah!
Cave Johnson: I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?
GLaDOS: Yeah, take the lemons!
Cave Johnson: Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!
GLaDOS: Oh, I like this guy.
Cave Johnson: I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that'll burn your house down!
GLaDOS: Burn it down! Burning people. He says what we're all thinking.
Cave Johnson: [sickly cough] The point is, if we can store music on a compact disc, why can't we store a man's inteligence and personality on one? So I have the engineers figuring that one out right now. Brain mapping, artificial inteligence - we should've been working on it thirty years ago. And I will say this, and I'm gonna say it on tape so everybody will hear it a hundred times a day: If I die before you people can pour me in to a computer, I want Caroline to run this place. [another sickly cough]
Cave Johnson: Now she'll argue. She'll say she can't do it. She's modest like that. But you make her! Hell, put her in my computer. I don't care. [another sickly cough]
Cave Johnson: All right, test's over. You can head on back to your desk.
GLaDOS: Goodbye, sir.
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