My normally messy roommate-for-six-weeks cleaned up before going out of town the other day. The only items remaining on the coffee table: a blue Sharpie, an oversized novelty lighter, and one of the stranger coffee table books I’ve ever seen. I guess this is what passed as voyeuristic/sociological ephemera (and other fancy words) before the internet came along.

Dirt-i-ly.

Dirt-i-ly.

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Castro Street. San Francisco, Calif. June 2014.

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climateadaptation:

Incredible freak hail storm in Novosibirsk, Russia. It gets worse every second.

Amazing. (I’ve always considered hail the flat-out weirdest weather condition. How/why does it freeze when it’s warm out??)

Side note: This clip basically encapsulates — in 3 minutes — almost everything that is awful about Russia.

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cuntbarf:

Reblogging this was not optional

Agreed.

(Source: hbshizzle)

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Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.
Jeffrey Eugenides,The Marriage Plot (via suspend)

(Source: infinitives)

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I actually kind of love this question.

I actually kind of love this question.

Last night my summertime housemate informed me that Norman Mailer was a big fan of “poog-uh-lism”

Reminded me of the time my sister went out with a guy who pronounced it in-GEN-you-ee. (There was no second date.)

An old man goes in for his annual physical...

  • Doctor: I'm afraid I have bad news and worse news.
  • Old Man: Lay it on me, Doc.
  • Doctor: The bad news is that you have cancer.
  • Old Man: And the worse news?
  • Doctor: You have Alzheimer's.
  • Old Man: Well, at least I don't have cancer.