*upper middle class fucker voice* But you have [one nice thing] so how are you poor
as the next season of doctor who approaches its time for me to wrestle with the question
does my faith in peter capaldi outweigh my distrust of steven moffat
I am familiar with that question.
APPARENTLY THEY’RE YELLING AT EACH OTHER ON SET AND THE GENERAL VIBE IS PETER CAPALDI DECLARING THAT HE WILL NOT BE CHASED OFF THIS SHOW
a dude at the gym just reached in his bag, pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, smiled & shook his head like that’s just something that happens to people, put it back and then pulled out a bottle of water instead
(Source: mattressblowoutsale, via shouyoushinata)
Anonymous said: Do you ever feel like having a gf prevents you from truly knowing that feel? Does it make you feel insincere? Do questions like this keep you up 'til 3am?
on the contrary. just as you can’t truly appreciate light until you have known darkness, you cannot truly know that feel when no gf until you’ve experienced that feel when gf. not to say that the feelings of those who have never had a gf are invalid, only that the purest form of that feel comes from truly knowing what those with no gf miss out on.
you can enjoy life without knowing death, but once you learn that you will die someday, life becomes much more precious. in the same way, that feel when no gf is only enhanced when the feeler is introduced to the opposite feel
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
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There is a Pope in the Cars universe. This means that there is Catholic Christianity, which means there was a Jesus car who was crucified. Jesus Chrysler was crucified by car Romans under Pontiac Pilot who washed his wheels. A car was nailed to a cross and ascended to Heaven.
You would think that Andrew Jackson was giving you his undivided attention, and then you would glance over and notice that he had devoted the last several minutes to making a laborious sketch of an alligator.
“Mr. President!” you would gasp, indignantly.
“I have a bullet lodged inside my body,” he would say. “From killing a man in a duel. A better man than you.” He would resume drawing the alligator. —
-On Presidential Doodlers