19th August 2014

Quote reblogged from Holy Conspiracy with 89,237 notes

If you can’t handle me at my 666 then you don’t deserve me at my 420.
— Marilyn Monroe (via jjellyboness)

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16th August 2014

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itscalledfashionlookitup:


of all the possible sentences that can be strung together using the english language, this is not one that my brain was prepared to process

itscalledfashionlookitup:

of all the possible sentences that can be strung together using the english language, this is not one that my brain was prepared to process

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15th August 2014

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claudetc:

My girlfriend brought me a bunch of roses for our anniversary.She thought there was some horrible irony in bringing me pictures of other attractive ladies (and guns n roses vocalists), I reckon it was metal as hell bringing me other the heads of other women like trophies.Top tier GF.

claudetc:

My girlfriend brought me a bunch of roses for our anniversary.

She thought there was some horrible irony in bringing me pictures of other attractive ladies (and guns n roses vocalists), I reckon it was metal as hell bringing me other the heads of other women like trophies.

Top tier GF.

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15th August 2014

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14th August 2014

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pardeemonster:

I AM GROOT-BEER FLOAT.

pardeemonster:

I AM GROOT-BEER FLOAT.

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13th August 2014

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jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.

Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 
Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 
My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 
Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 
I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.
It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:
“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”
“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”
“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”
“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”
“Once I get a writing job….”
“Once I get a better one…”
“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”
“Once THIS…then THAT…”
Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 
I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 
This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 

ENJOY YOUR BURRITO
jr

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.

Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 

Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 

My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 

Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 

I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.

It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:

“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”

“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”

“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”

“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”

“Once I get a writing job….”

“Once I get a better one…”

“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”

“Once THIS…then THAT…”

Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 

I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 

This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 

ENJOY YOUR BURRITO

jr

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12th August 2014

Post reblogged from holographicmilk with 12,624,872 notes

Let’s make the Flubber movie cover the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

insanitys-love:

mymompickedthisurl:

thewinchesterswagger:

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HOW IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN THIS IT’S ALMOST AT 10 MILLION WTF

Yes let’s do it for him.

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7th August 2014

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kateordie:

I’m just saying.

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7th August 2014

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6th August 2014

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betype:

Grenadier font project by Alex Timokhovsky.

Grenadier font is based on historic blackletter forms, carefully reviewed and modernized. It got bright temper with harsh notes. Very good for packaging, branding and large sized typesetting.

Grenadier has Latin and Cyrillic sets with an equal attention to details.

Download it here: http://myfonts.us/87UNVl

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5th August 2014

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shittybeatnik:

ancamnarvienn:

Star Trek + Social Commentary (context in the captions)

THIS is what the original Star Trek TV series and films were about. Not just about blowing up things in space and snazzy lens flares with a side order of casual sexism -.-‘.

dude do you know how many people I have pissed off by saying the exact same thing?

Not enough people.

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5th August 2014

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Awesome Mix Vol. 1

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4th August 2014

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4th August 2014

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3rd August 2014

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