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thecrazycorgilady:

jewishpolitics:

givemeinternet:

Shhh it’s starting

Well…um…this is concerning. 

But really if you didn’t hear the Pixar sound effects in your mind you’re lying.

thecrazycorgilady:

jewishpolitics:

givemeinternet:

Shhh it’s starting

Well…um…this is concerning. 

But really if you didn’t hear the Pixar sound effects in your mind you’re lying.

moreofmyself-tokill:

literally been waiting for this gifset since ‘99

ickle-nellie-rose:

The Daily Mail Timeline of Shame
Seriously, I hate this piece of sh*t paper SO MUCH.

ickle-nellie-rose:

The Daily Mail Timeline of Shame

Seriously, I hate this piece of sh*t paper SO MUCH.

Reblogging because I find the idea of a living strategic weapon cradling an assault rifle hilariously redundant.

Reblogging because I find the idea of a living strategic weapon cradling an assault rifle hilariously redundant.

deersatan:

accidentally stuttering while saying your snarky comeback

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I used to have a personal blog

It lasted about a month before it was crushed under the overwhelming weight of the mountain of problems I don’t have. “I got 99 problems (and they’re all that nothing troubles me enough to blog about)” would’ve made a decent tagline. Things didn’t always go right but they never went wrong enough to concern me.

That is, until recently. Now, I see the steps towards becoming an embittered failure of an old man unfurl before me and I can’t see a way off.  It’s getting to the point I hope I crack under the strain because being mentally ill seems like the least unpleasant option. I am awake right now because I avoided being in the dark with just my thoughts for as long as I could, and because once I did drop the lights and lay down to sleep all I could do was think. The scale of the challenge I face, the impossibility I need to pull off to succeed, the consequences should I fail, the consequences should I not succeed but not fail badly enough. Even the consequences of a lacklustre success. Every outcome that is possible is bad, I cannot think of one way the next 90 days ends that I would be happy to be facing the prospect of living another 60 years with it at my back. There’s no good outcome here, and it’s all on me. I’d say I’ll stand or fall on my own merits but I already know I’m falling.

So, what do I do? I have no idea, I’m between a rock and a hard place of my own construction. Whatever happens is going to be bad, there’s no way around that now and I fully expect that looking back all the warning signs will be there for me to follow right back to the root cause - me. The question then, is not what to do to fix this situation, it’s how to live with the aftermath. And that’s something I find scary indeed.

We now return to your regularly scheduled random reblogged bullshit.

comicbookactionsidekick:

sueishappy:

"and that is why pink ribbons are for boobies." -hank green

Things I did not know until now. DAMNIT HITLER.

kaylizle:

legitimatecacti:

commander shepard rattling off monologues from human scifi movies every time she has to make a speech and the humans in the team just snorting under their breath while the aliens are like “wow did she just make this up out of nowhere? this is amazing”

shep: “Today is our independence day” Ash: *dies of laughter* Vega: you can’t be serious. Is she serious? Joker: the brave heart one is the best. Her Mel Gibson is getting really good.