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I don’t think this is a coincidence at all
I legit laughed.
2006 was terrifying.
shout out to the bro who just stopped at the light on 20th and broadway in an aston martin convertible absolutely blaring the james bond theme song
i dont know if you are the coolest person i’ve ever seen or the biggest douche i’ve ever seen, but DAMMIT DO I RESPECT YOU.
Here’s the difference: An alpha male embraces the label because he secretly suspects that he might be a face full of dicks and he needs a way to spin that into a positive thing. A confident man would shun the very concept of labels because he knows that that’s the shit insecure people use to feel accepted.
Map: More than half of humanity lives within this circle
In yet another illustration of China’s and India’s enormous populations, Reddit recently surfaced the above population map, which claims more than half the world’s people live within a circle superimposed over a section of Asia.
Amazingly, the numbers check out.
Truly amazing when you start to drill down into these numbers.
Best one of these things I’ve ever seen.
"Seriously, you guys, this is my perfect Sunday.”
When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?
— Sherrilyn Kenyon (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Brazilian street artist Herbert Baglione has somehow managed to make an abandoned psychiatric hospital in Parma, Italy even creepier with his paintings of shadows.
The way Baglione’s ‘shadows’ creep out from disused wheelchairs and lurk ominously on the walls makes it easy to imagine that they belonged to the tortured souls that used to inhabit the place.
The work is part of Baglione’s ‘1000 Shadows’ project, where he paints silhouettes on floors and walls.
Keokuk is in the process of tearing this building down. The last couple days have began with the sound of bad classic-rock music, hammers, and burly men dealing with hangovers. It always makes me sad to see a house come down in this town, no matter how necessary it may be. I instantly think about generations of different families living inside them, wondering when exactly it went to shit.
You can’t see it in this photo, but this house is nearly half a block long. At some point, somebody built a business onto the back, and a garage just behind that. The woodwork that decorates the porch, though warped, is hand-cut and intricate. Certainly, at some point in time, this house was somebody’s pride and joy. In its entire lifespan, it was probably multiple people’s pride and joy. If that’s not sad, then I don’t know what is.
Today, the final moments of attention this house will ever receive, is devoted to little more than fart jokes and pulling rusty nails. I suddenly want to know about the history of this house. I want to know when it went to shit.
I suppose that’s what happens to most things, though, with enough time.