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bill:

the year is 2046. no one has memed in 15 years since king obama the third make memeing illegal. in the dystopian suburbs of fort lauderdale, sixteen year-old Dogecoin de Grasse Sagan found a sexy fedora in an trash dumpster. he put it on and it made a sweet anime noise. he knew then he, was destined to bring memes back to this stupid idiot planet. he looked at the camera and goes “u mad, world?”

(via moonietheloony)

discovergreatbritain:

The British Museum
It’ll come as no surprise that the free museums in London are among the biggest in Britain. Discover Aztec art and Egyptian mummies at the world-famous British Museum.
Find out more on the Love Wall

I can’t explain it, but I write my best essays while listening to synth heavy 80s music.

beachcommunity:

and it’s hard to be a human being
and it’s harder as anything else
and i’m lonesome when you’re around
and i’m never lonesome when i’m by myself
and i miss you when you’re around

(via ohdoe)

When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
by Albert Camus (via misswallflower)

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funnster:

Ed Vebell illustration to “Loneliness Is Dangerous” by Harry Coren. Cutline: “Alone in the midst of millions, the girl, who longed to talk to someone, stood on her fire escape as the voices of others, enjoying the companionship denied her, drifted up through the night.” Sunday Mirror Magazine, August 14, 1955.
awesome4utumn:

Autumn House by H Sundholm (henriksundholm.com) on Flickr.

nighto0owl:

I wanted to be with you alone
and talk about the weather

THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG EVER.

(Source: somnolentdragon, via ohdoe)

overlypolitebisexual:

female privilege is feeling unsafe literally everywhere you go and men getting personally offended by you feeling unsafe

(via bynaturedesiresknowledge)

iconic

boundtopackitup:

You’re still the one pool where I’d happily drown.

(Source: houseshape, via didyoueatallthisacid)

design-is-fine:

Charles Schridde, drawing for Motorola Future, Nautical Living, 1962
I observe in myself a continual increase in the degree to which I am affected by people…
by Franz Kafka, Diaries (via whyallcaps)

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