Moonrise Kingdom - Wes Anderson

excitement = understatement

Every Time I Die - Ebolarama

I opened my computer, after months of hibernation, to have an Every Time I Die sing-a-long. I leave you all with this gem. Join me.

Wish me luck on getting the job!

Wish me luck on getting the job!

i do enjoy

i do enjoy

"While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats."

— Mark Twain

(Source: youaintpunk, via laurmarie)

(via laurmarie)

Twin Peaks is the new addiction.

Twin Peaks is the new addiction.

ive been missing for about a month. i visited florida, moved to brooklyn, and weathered a storm. now i have internet.

ive been missing for about a month. i visited florida, moved to brooklyn, and weathered a storm. now i have internet.

2matts:

Bluth Family Crest
It is also a shirt.
[via: 604 Republic]

2matts:

Bluth Family Crest

It is also a shirt.

[via: 604 Republic]

(Source: 2matts, via concertinaa)

sofapizza:

gingerhaze:

baby got back.

maybe its late and i’m sleep deprived, or just maybe this is laugh worthy

(via bobsaysmeow)

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flannelanimal:

Doll #18Ron Swanson, Parks and Recreation
As promised, a brand new Parks and Rec doll.  There were just too many great things to include, I had to leave a few for another time.  

YES!!

flannelanimal:

Doll #18
Ron Swanson, Parks and Recreation

As promised, a brand new Parks and Rec doll.  There were just too many great things to include, I had to leave a few for another time.  

YES!!

(Source: kylehiltonillustration)

bobsaysmeow:

shipwreckd:

Everybody hates you. Everybody wishes that you were dead. Peter you suck. Peter you suck. Peter your music is fucking terrible. Peter you suck, Peter you suck. You don’t do anything of value. Peter you suck. Go write some music. But instead you sit and write these bullshit songs. It’s so self-loathing. Go see a psychiatrist. I hate the psychiatrist. Go see one anyway. I’M NOT GOING.

Love this scene.

bobsaysmeow:

shipwreckd:

Everybody hates you. Everybody wishes that you were dead. Peter you suck. Peter you suck. Peter your music is fucking terrible. Peter you suck, Peter you suck. You don’t do anything of value. Peter you suck. Go write some music. But instead you sit and write these bullshit songs. It’s so self-loathing. Go see a psychiatrist. I hate the psychiatrist. Go see one anyway. I’M NOT GOING.

Love this scene.

"It was … how long ago? No matter. The recipe is now public domain. Bananas, vanilla ice cream, pumpkin-seed butter — yes, that was the mystic green hue, the aftertaste of autumn, the chill beyond the tongue. Despite the hubris of my youth, I honestly don’t know if my results were better. Yes, I’ve had my challengers. Is preference inherited? Is it desired? What I do know is this: the grass is flattened out with the shapes of tents, and, simply, there is no more room in my yard. So it is with regret that I ask you boys to now leave."

— an aging Kelis, years from now, reflects on a milkshake long expired. (via washingtonpoststyle)