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tobyjones:

Comics

“purest drivel, of impeccable quality”

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2 days ago with 60 notes

Inglourious Basterds (2009)

I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

753

I can’t.

these 20 songs have followed me everywhere and they have helped me through homework, writing and relaxing. mostly instrumental beautiful songs but some with light song. [listen]

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portraits-of-america:

     “In Korea, almost nobody sits directly on the grass—it’s considered dirty. We put down a towel or a newspaper first, or we just squat. Here, people sit everywhere—on the grass, in the hallways, on the ground—and they put their backpacks on the floor in the classroom! I never see that in my country: our parents and teachers tell us from an early age that such things are dirty. In Korea, no one ever enters the house with their shoes on. The first time I sat on the grass here, it felt weird. Now, I don’t care. But after three years in this country, I still hug my backpack if there’s no empty seat next to me to put it on.” 
Minneapolis, MN

portraits-of-america:

     “In Korea, almost nobody sits directly on the grass—it’s considered dirty. We put down a towel or a newspaper first, or we just squat. Here, people sit everywhere—on the grass, in the hallways, on the ground—and they put their backpacks on the floor in the classroom! I never see that in my country: our parents and teachers tell us from an early age that such things are dirty. In Korea, no one ever enters the house with their shoes on. The first time I sat on the grass here, it felt weird. Now, I don’t care. But after three years in this country, I still hug my backpack if there’s no empty seat next to me to put it on.” 

Minneapolis, MN

ryanpanos:

Movie Theaters in South India | Stefanie Zoche

benjaminhargreeves:

bubonickitten:

aromantichannibal:

cenchria:

some people say there’s a red string that connects fated lovers

psa don’t look at the notes bc there are so many people completely missing the point that these are non-romantic strings of fate and making jokes about where the red string “must be” and it’s making me really angry bc we can’t even have a good artistic representation of aromanticism without people desperately grasping for a romantic interpretation somehow

like the artist has specifically requested that people stop making this about their fandoms and romance bc it’s a personal piece about aromanticism

its great i loVE IT??? we need more aromantic… anything rlly and this is really beautiful!

kia-kaha-winchesters:

shogunofyellow:

nature is rad

These are the most stunning nature photos I have ever seen

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via owldee)

5 days ago with 46,221 notes