funny-text-posts:

Part 2 of my favourite text posts

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iampox:

Ten pictures that will make you love advertising

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uhouse:

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firegrowshigher:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

boopart:

WHAT!!!!

No
They can leap 36 feet
As in leap forward 36 feet
They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa



#death from above

this post makes me cry every single damn time

uhouse:

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firegrowshigher:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

boopart:

WHAT!!!!

No

They can leap 36 feet

As in leap forward 36 feet

They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa

image

#death from above

this post makes me cry every single damn time

(via departured)


I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.


Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)


Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward. They may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.
Goethe (via observando)

A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.
Stephen King, Skeleton Crew (via observando)

potatoandotherwise:

"why don’t you have a boyfriend?"

have you looked at me for longer than 5 seconds because that’s why

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