mysterium tremendum et fascinans

textpoops: Look there is a hole in your dash

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:47:45 -0400

textpoops:

Look there is a hole in your dash

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south-england: Welsh Valleys »» Thomas Hanks

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:27:16 -0400

south-england:

Welsh Valleys »» Thomas Hanks

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3ridan: do not read old chat logs of someone you used to be close to do not read old chat logs of...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:27:44 -0400

3ridan:

do not read old chat logs of someone you used to be close to do not read old chat logs of someone you used to be close to do not read old chat logs of someone you used to be close to

latenight-fireworks: u-n-p-e-r-f-e-c-t: dulect: Members of The Pussycat...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:24:19 -0400

latenight-fireworks:

u-n-p-e-r-f-e-c-t:

dulect:

Members of The Pussycat Dolls

Nicole Scherzinger

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Members of Maroon 5

Adam Levine

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Members of Paramore

Hayley Williams

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-annoying: who the hell decided that sean sounds like shawn

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:10:17 -0400

-annoying:

who the hell decided that sean sounds like shawn

freefolly: anaisforthewin: shapeshiftandtrick: ryan-aniki: shapeshiftandtrick: How does one...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:09:55 -0400

freefolly:

anaisforthewin:

shapeshiftandtrick:

ryan-aniki:

shapeshiftandtrick:

How does one tell a boy that one likes him

I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:

text them and start playing one of those 20q games

if they start being a dodgy fella drop em

if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.

If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”

Dude that is genius

Slow clappin’ it out.

This is amazing

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A haiku about Mario Kart

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 02:02:50 -0400

Are you kidding me
Who the fuck threw that blue shell
I will fuck you up

laughingsquid: LSD ABC, An Unusual Animated Alphabet

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:23:20 -0400

laughingsquid:

LSD ABC, An Unusual Animated Alphabet

Every so often, Jim dies of boredom.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:22:34 -0400

Every so often, Jim dies of boredom.

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gq: Meet Kim Jong-il’s Personal Sushi Chef North Korea is a...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:05:46 -0400

gq:

Meet Kim Jong-il’s Personal Sushi Chef

North Korea is a mythically strange land, an Absurdistan, where almost nothing is known about the people or, more important, their missile-launching leaders. There is, however, one man—a humble sushi chef from Japan—who infiltrated the inner sanctum, becoming the Dear Leader’s cook, confidant, and court jester. What is life like serving Kim Jong-il and his heir? A strange and dangerous gig where the food and drink never stop, the girls are all virgins, and you’re never really safe. We sent Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Adam Johnson to meet the man who survived all the craziness:

Fujimoto was the perfect party companion—he was charismatic, expressed his opinions more freely than others, and was always game for another drink. One afternoon, only a few months after he’d returned, he was playing baccarat with Kim Jong-il, who leaned close to him and asked, “Fujimoto, will you stay with me for ten years?”

Kim offered Fujimoto his own sushi restaurant, along with all the proceeds, to be located in Pyongyang’s exclusive Koryo Hotel. Later the same day, Fujimoto flew to Japan to ask his wife for a decade-long separation so he could move to North Korea, a prospect most people would consider a cruel and nightmarish prison sentence.

According to Fujimoto, she said, “What are you talking about? Are you crazy? You could go for three years—the children can bear your absence. But ten years? You’re going to forget about Japan. You’re going to forget about us.”

The karaoke club was freezing. I rubbed my hands together for warmth, but also out of anxiety at the notion of a man hitting up his family for a ten-year pass.

I asked Fujimoto, “Why not take your family with you to North Korea?”

He nearly laughed up his coffee.

I would soon discover that Kim Jong-il had offered Fujimoto something else for his ten years, in addition to the restaurant, something Fujimoto had conveniently neglected to mention.

Dear Leader Dreams of Sushi

Feelings.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:42:54 -0400

Why don’t I like anyone? I haven’t really had feelings for anyone for around 6 months, like getting butterflies when they’d text me or when I see them. I’m starting to feel I have somewhat high expectations for a guy… when honestly it just comes down to this “intelligence, humor, and geniality”, to be honest, looks are just a bonus. I mean that personality description seems a bit broad - especially intelligent and humorous. I meet a lot of guys like that, but I don’t know. They just don’t click to me, when I meet someone I kind of feel that we click, like wow, we’re really good together. And I haven’t met anyone like that in a while. I haven’t felt the desire to spend as much time as possible with another human being in a while, someone who makes me so happy when they talk to me or ask me if we’d want to hang out. A guy where it’d feel natural to talk to every day for hours on end, and that I’d actually be happy to be spending time with. Someone I wouldn’t mind having awkward silences with, just being happy that they’re there, or making me secretly smile even though I try to hide it. Even though I like someone, I show them so so vaguely, and treat them like some regular individual with some perks that I hope they catch, even though it may be nearly impossible. I think that might’ve been the falling out of the last person I liked. He might’ve liked me, it’s probably that he gave up. Thus, I had given up. I don’t flirt, it’s such a hard and complex concept for me to grasp. To me, flirting makes me seem like a huge neon sign flashing “I LIKE YOU”, I mean what if they’re like “I DON’T”… Actually, I think it comes down to this- I’m not afraid of rejection, but I’m afraid of the aftermath. The awkwardness, the sudden but never-ending hiatus, the “What happened to us?”, was the ever an “us”? That feeling where you know that things will never be that way ever again. I’m afraid of that. I think that’s why it’s so hard for me to like someone.

josephasfoury: sext: are you there

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:09:02 -0400

josephasfoury:

sext: are you there