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dlubes:

"is that guy attractive or is it just his facial hair?" a question i ask myself daily

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the accuracy though

sexxxpensive:

the accuracy though

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Photo 21 Aug 152,479 notes psychedelicatessenn:

stunningpicture:

I don’t know shit about photography, but the person who took this shot must be given the highest award of them all.

this is breathtaking

psychedelicatessenn:

stunningpicture:

I don’t know shit about photography, but the person who took this shot must be given the highest award of them all.

this is breathtaking

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notbolin:

if october to january isn’t your favorite time of the year you’re wrong

Photo 20 Aug 99,074 notes nethilia:

murdorito:

ankankimatank:

dollymacabre:

mszombi:

fleurdulys:

The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
1874

I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

My bus ride to and from work every day.

They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

nethilia:

murdorito:

ankankimatank:

dollymacabre:

mszombi:

fleurdulys:

The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze

1874

I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

My bus ride to and from work every day.

They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.

She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.

Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.

What an insufferable dick.

At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

Photo 20 Aug 76,494 notes psychoticrambling:

Land of those who fight to be free
and the home of the brave

psychoticrambling:

Land of those who fight to be free

and the home of the brave

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ratatit:

i aspire to get to that level of hot where my hair looks like shit and i smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes but i still look fine as hell

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serration:

I was explaining to my 4-year-old cousin that some spiders will kill their mate for food after they have babies. I thought this was gross, but she was unimpressed as she said, "humans will kill each other for no reason, at least spiders kill each other for food." I have never been more ashamed to be a human in my life

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Photo 20 Aug 409,798 notes the-barghinator:

0h-well-castiel:

aviciibylevels:

amandafiske:

Opposite of walking into a glass door.

i haVEe been laUAGHING AT thIS FOR 328 YeaRS

okay so i have a story for u
i was on a bus (i live in london fyi) and normally on the second pair of doors there are like two glass windows on either side separating the seats from the space, so i decided to stand in the middle, because u know, i thought i would be safe, BUT OH LORD AND BEYOND I WAS WRONG
like, as soon as i got on i realised this wasnt gonna be a normal fuckin bus journey, because the bus driver was FUCKING MENTAL, his driving was super fast and he was swerving round corners like he gotta get home to watch his favourite tv show or s/t
so when the journey comes to an end, he pulls up to the stop, yet it wasn’t a gentle pull up (because remember, the bus driver was off his tits), it was like satan was taking the whole bus from behind, and remember the part where I said I was standing? yeah me too
so as my life flashed before my eyes i quickly put my hand out to stop myself from slamming into the glass, BUT TO MY SURPRISE THE GLASS WASN’T FUCKING THERE, THE GLASS HAD BETRAYED MY HANDS AND I HEARD SARAH MCLACHLAN SINGING IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL
I FULL ON SMACKED A GUY IN THE FUCKING FACE WHO HAD JUST TURNED AROUND AND STOOD UP TO GET OFF THE BUS BECAUSE THE GLASS WAS NOT THERE
AND AS IF THIS COULD NOT GET ANY WORSE, IN MY MIND I COULDN’T JUST SLAP AND LEAVE HIM, SO I DECIDED TO GENTLY STROKE HIS FACE, LIKE who the fuck, im so ashamed of my bus it lasted a good 5 seconds
i then slowly got off the bus and contemplated my life choices
and that was the day glass on a bus betrayed me 

THAT WAS THE GREATEST STORY I’VE EVER READ

the-barghinator:

0h-well-castiel:

aviciibylevels:

amandafiske:

Opposite of walking into a glass door.

i haVEe been laUAGHING AT thIS FOR 328 YeaRS

okay so i have a story for u

i was on a bus (i live in london fyi) and normally on the second pair of doors there are like two glass windows on either side separating the seats from the space, so i decided to stand in the middle, because u know, i thought i would be safe, BUT OH LORD AND BEYOND I WAS WRONG

like, as soon as i got on i realised this wasnt gonna be a normal fuckin bus journey, because the bus driver was FUCKING MENTAL, his driving was super fast and he was swerving round corners like he gotta get home to watch his favourite tv show or s/t

so when the journey comes to an end, he pulls up to the stop, yet it wasn’t a gentle pull up (because remember, the bus driver was off his tits), it was like satan was taking the whole bus from behind, and remember the part where I said I was standing? yeah me too

so as my life flashed before my eyes i quickly put my hand out to stop myself from slamming into the glass, BUT TO MY SURPRISE THE GLASS WASN’T FUCKING THERE, THE GLASS HAD BETRAYED MY HANDS AND I HEARD SARAH MCLACHLAN SINGING IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL

I FULL ON SMACKED A GUY IN THE FUCKING FACE WHO HAD JUST TURNED AROUND AND STOOD UP TO GET OFF THE BUS BECAUSE THE GLASS WAS NOT THERE

AND AS IF THIS COULD NOT GET ANY WORSE, IN MY MIND I COULDN’T JUST SLAP AND LEAVE HIM, SO I DECIDED TO GENTLY STROKE HIS FACE, LIKE who the fuck, im so ashamed of my bus it lasted a good 5 seconds

i then slowly got off the bus and contemplated my life choices

and that was the day glass on a bus betrayed me 

THAT WAS THE GREATEST STORY I’VE EVER READ

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nicoledanielledotell:

rikkipoynter:

hamburgerboogie:

Just because I want to fuck you until we both can’t move does not diminish the fact I want to hold your hand and watch movies and build pillow forts with you and go to the store and buy tampons for you when you’re on your lady week.

"When you’re on your lady week."

Someone date this guy already.

Hands raised.

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wecameassickcunts:

do you just stare at someone’s lips & get a massive urge to just make out with them.

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adulthoodcanwait:

All the awards to Adam Hills.

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