there were to be no moon men at all
this is the collection agency

your ass is six months overdue and it's mine
©

ironriots:

the second captain america movie was so good


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amazing   



imsirius:

Dean and Seamus through the years 


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hp   



homierectus:

drake be on another plane


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drake   holy cripes   



iheartmoosiq:

This one premiered exclusively a week ago on This Song Is Sick, and I’ve given it a week to be safe before sharing it with you, as much as it pained me to wait, day after day after day. It’s torturous, when the song is sumptuous, like this remix of Portugal. the Man’s Creep In A T-shirt by Starfucker is. I mean, it’s only a congregation of two things I love very much: one of my all time favorite psych rock bands and an always terrific synthpop band  that I love dearly too! Starfucker’s remix of P.tM’s tune is a mesmerizing treat, giving the track some 80’s new wave flavor and an italo disco like pulse. 




gifintheflesh:

Dumb-dumb


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untrustyou:

Charlie Crane - Welcome to Pyongyang

untrustyou:

Charlie Crane - Welcome to Pyongyang


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photo   



I thought I was going to school to be other people, but really, what I learned was to be myself - accepting myself, my strengths and weaknesses. -Lupita Nyong’o


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lupita   



"People talk a lot about the things that they sacrifice in their lives, to be successful in whatever it is that they do. But I don’t see it as a sacrifice. I see it as being very lucky to be doing what I’m doing." (x)


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hockey   



"What do you want to know?"


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star wars   



real-hiphophead:

Muhammad Ali


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When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again.

I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.


Ann Druyan on her husband Carl Sagan (via shygothswin)

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oh   



ifeelbetterer:


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queen   




Johnny Oduya, circa 2009

Johnny Oduya, circa 2009


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oduya   oh   




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