cyberclops248:

Spaghetti?

Tainted gingerbread from old, stale gingerbread houses?

cyberclops248:

Spaghetti?

Tainted gingerbread from old, stale gingerbread houses?

glasmond:

crowbara:

what the hell this is adorable

We’re not like that brono no we’re not


This makes me smile

glasmond:

crowbara:

what the hell this is adorable

We’re not like that bro
no 
no we’re not

This makes me smile

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Spending one weekend a year with these people has become the Christmas of my adulthood. There’s nothing I look forward to all year long more than hanging out and laughing with these guys. All we do is talk, play games and drink in beautiful locales, and yet there’s magic in it. 

Spending one weekend a year with these people has become the Christmas of my adulthood. There’s nothing I look forward to all year long more than hanging out and laughing with these guys. All we do is talk, play games and drink in beautiful locales, and yet there’s magic in it. 

kellyqehudson:

chrisreblogs:

slacktory:

Pie chart of on-screen coffee sips for each Twin Peaks character, to go with our supercut of all the pie and coffee in Twin Peaks.

Reblogged for Jeremy, Connor, Will, oh hell, just about half the people I know.

Agent Cooper’s pure-bliss-face when sipping coffee could sell a cup of garbage water. 

kellyqehudson:

chrisreblogs:

slacktory:

Pie chart of on-screen coffee sips for each Twin Peaks character, to go with our supercut of all the pie and coffee in Twin Peaks.

Reblogged for Jeremy, Connor, Will, oh hell, just about half the people I know.

Agent Cooper’s pure-bliss-face when sipping coffee could sell a cup of garbage water. 

(via paulftompkins)

  • Friend: Are you a boob or a butt guy?
  • Me: I'm more of a they acknowledge my existence guy.
paulftompkins:

Twitter: we have fun over there!

paulftompkins:

Twitter: we have fun over there!

shannonlovesth:

This whole scene was perfect! 

Where do they go

Where do they go?
The daily pieces that make up a life.
Do they leave us all at the end
Or do we toss some out throughout our stay - chucking bits of existence like balled-up paper into a bin.
When we see it all flash, do we see the mundane as well?
Not just a tour of past lovers, but a gala of all the floors we’ve swept?
All our graduations, but also every morning test?
How can we accumulate for decades and then in an instant unload every last bit?
I can comprehend death in the moment,
but not in the aggregate.

sometimes i tumbl

sometimes i tweet

here's where they mingle

here's where they meet

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