Hey I Stomps

weowned8000saladplates:

thecertifiedfangirl:

acontemplativedrunk:

ameliacgormley:

chinese-shibe-artist:

professorcheesums:

holyfandombatman:

twerkin-fo-jesus:

pokemoncards:

connivingwitch:

beyoncespregnantstomach:

CHILDHOOD BACK

AND CALVIN IS WITH THE GIRL THAT HATED HIM ASFHAGS

im crying a lil bit


I need this in my tumblr forever.

is anyone gonna talk about how his kids name is bacon???

HE’S WITH SUZIE THAT WAS MY CHILDHOOD OTP

..this is real.
CHILDHOOD

who names their kid bacon

Calvin and Hobbes were Reformation-era philosophers, as was Frances Bacon. I’m better his daughter’s name is actually Frances, but he calls her by the appropriate last name of the philosopher, just as Calvin and Hobbes are last names.

OH THE FEELS! THE ABSOLUTE FEELS!

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAWD.

I’M FREKING OUT

Literally sobbing. This is perfect.

spybrarian:

Today at work this tall tall Māori guy I’ve seen in before came right up to the desk and was like “Right! Do you have any jokes today?”
So I’m blinking as my brain runs through the panic ‘oh my god i didn’t know i was supposed to prepare a joke i know a million jokes but what…

Islam doesn’t promote violence or peace. Islam is just a religion and like every religion in the world, in depends on what you bring to it. If you’re a violent person, your Islam, your Judaism, your Christianity, your Hinduism is going to be violent. There are marauding Buddhist monks in Myanmar slaughtering women and children. Does Buddhism promote violence? Of course not. People are violent or peaceful, and that depends on their politics their social world, the way that they see their communities, the way they see themselves.
Religious scholar Reza Aslan answers CNN’s question, “Does Islam promote violence?” (via mediamattersforamerica)

This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

Unknown (via infiltration)
pervingonkpop:

I am VERY hot…and bothered. Oh it’s because I’m in hellish hell of all hells, I can watch but I can’t touch.

i like k-pop for the music.i like k——what was i oh hi okay hm yes

pervingonkpop:

I am VERY hot…and bothered. Oh it’s because I’m in hellish hell of all hells, I can watch but I can’t touch.

i like k-pop for the music.
i like k——what was i oh hi okay hm yes

People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)

Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”

(via artfucker1996)

texnessa:

Things I never thought I would re-blog.

My night and morning in a masterpost. I just needed this all together coz I need this whole thing saved if ever I need a quick laugh, albeit a guilty embarrassed one. Just.

Bonus: 

i am still so so so so so so so so so so sorry to thorgasmed and their compromised commute i wish you all the luck in the world and i’m really really really really sorry for my odd pride in this just.

So sorry.

Link to the fic: [x]

I’ve been feeling an obnoxious kind of lonely lately.

It’s not really that I feel I’m lacking for company, because I do get easily burned out on social interaction, and I honestly feel okay in that department. I have pleasant interactions with the people in my daily routine, and that’s nice.

No, I know what it is, and I don’t like it: I want to feel desired. I want someone who would look at me and wonder what’s going on under my clothes. Someone who wants to make out with me for a few hours. Someone who wants more than that, even. (I hear there’s more than that; I’ve read about it in fanfic, even.)

I know that my self-worth is not based on how fuckable anyone else finds me, but this isn’t about self-worth. I don’t feel like less of a person for being lonely. I’m just lonely. It’s not the end of the world; I’m not drowning in a sea of despair; I’m not drowning my sorrows. Nah. Nothing like that.

I’m remembering someone who used to look at me with fire in their eyes, and wondering if that will ever happen again. I crave human touch. I don’t get much of that, and most of it is accidental — bumping into someone, that sort of thing. 

Granted, it’s been so damn long, it’s not like I’d have any idea what to DO about it if someone made it known that they felt that way about me. I’d probably blush myself into a coma.