1. marklaszlo:

how i spent my summer vacation.also, lots of other stuffs and drawings on my blogspot:http://wellitwasraining.blogspot.hu/2014/08/harsh-realm.html

    marklaszlo:

    how i spent my summer vacation.



    also, lots of other stuffs and drawings on my blogspot:

    http://wellitwasraining.blogspot.hu/2014/08/harsh-realm.html


    Reblogged from: marklaszlo
  2. mitografia:

    kr. Concept Design

    Reblogged from: mtakara
  3. dat-soldier:

    officialunitedstates:

    I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

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    Reblogged from: nommasaurusrex
  4. motherofqueers:

    tamarma:

    gun-crazy-scholar:

    dirkology:

    karkats-fabulous-choice-ass:

    dirkology:

    is no one going to talk about the man who ran for president this year who wore a boot on his head and wanted everyone to get free ponies
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    I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS ANDN I FOUNF AGAIN.

    WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU BRING THIS BACK

    He tossed glitter all over a guy who was against same sex marriage on live TV once.

    I would vote for him

    i wanted him so fucking bad i could taste the boot

    Reblogged from: succeed-together
  5. mephtheoocderp:

    skyrimscreens:

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    still one of my favorite photosets ever

    Reblogged from: mygirlfriendattempts
  6. thelovelylittlesmile:

wiredinblogging:

#there’s nothing funnier than people in period clothes doing modern stuff


this is my favorite 
    Reblogged from: fandoms-stole-my-sanity
  7. thursdaycastiel:

    wheres-the-pie-bitch:

    burningruby:

    a comparison of hiatus beards

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    civil war general

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    stranded shipwreck survivor

    Jesus

    oh my g od

    Reblogged from: fandoms-stole-my-sanity
  8. cassywinchestertheangel:

    Jensen’s face in the last gif kills me omg

    Reblogged from: fandoms-stole-my-sanity
  9. owlturdcomix:

    The one constant.

    image | twitter | facebook

    Reblogged from: owlturdcomix
  10. humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

    humansofnewyork:

    "A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

    (Kampala, Uganda)

    Reblogged from: humansofnewyork
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