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fulifuli:

MURDEEEEEEER
I’m working on something…

fulifuli:

MURDEEEEEEER

I’m working on something…

hace 1 día on Septiembre 30th, 2014 | J | 11 844 notas
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turtletotem:

I have long said that in order for any comedy to truly succeed as a story, there has to be meat beneath the jokes. There has to be that moment when it is not funny any more.

This. This is that moment.

hace 3 días on Septiembre 28th, 2014 | J | 23 034 notas
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buneesi:

XL Martin Crieff bunnymade by The Stitchy Button on etsy

buneesi:

XL Martin Crieff bunny
made by The Stitchy Button on etsy

hace 1 semana on Septiembre 17th, 2014 | J | 61 notas
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xxbecause-i-canxx:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”
Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.
The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.
That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.
One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”
“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.
“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.
I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST

xxbecause-i-canxx:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 17th, 2014 | J | 138 542 notas
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ineffableboyfriends:

one massive sulk :T

ineffableboyfriends:

one massive sulk :T

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 17th, 2014 | J | 1 041 notas
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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Laurell K. Hamilton
A Stroke of Midnight (via drythroats)
hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 17th, 2014 | J | 38 296 notas
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benedictvsotters:

Otter in water.

benedictvsotters:

Otter in water.

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 16th, 2014 | J | 4 623 notas
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groupieguide:

sleeepynatural:

NOBODY IS KIDDING WHEN THEY SAY THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT DAVID BOWIE.

Nobody.

groupieguide:

sleeepynatural:

NOBODY IS KIDDING WHEN THEY SAY THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT DAVID BOWIE.

Nobody.

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 16th, 2014 | J | 195 802 notas
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sherlockspeare:

(X)

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 16th, 2014 | J | 273 500 notas
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hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 15th, 2014 | J | 342 notas
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- Sherlock, I’m home- 

- Hello, John.
- Hello, Watson.
- You’re late, dear Watson.

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 15th, 2014 | J | 24 250 notas
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graceebooks:

inside jokes with yourself

image

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 15th, 2014 | J | 22 634 notas
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hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 15th, 2014 | J | 2 045 notas
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aconsultingdetective:

Legit Johnlock Scenes

Now actually do it, John.

hace 2 semanas on Septiembre 15th, 2014 | J | 4 142 notas