(Source: youlikehotdogs)
slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry:
Hold both shift keys down, and try to type “THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG.”
THKBNFJS THLAY DG.holy shit
THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMP OVER THE LAZY DOG
eh?THEQUICKROWFOXJUMPOVERTHELZYDOG
Well that’s weird
THE QUICK BROQN FOC JUPD OVR THE KAZ DOG
…okay then.
HE QUIK BROWN FO JUPS PER HE LA DOG
HE QUIK BROWN FO JUPED OER HE LA DOG
HE QUOK BROW FO KUMPED OER JE LAU DOG
my keyboard sucks
THKBNFJSTHLAAYDG
…wat why
HE QUIK BROWN FO JUPED OER HE LA DOG
^^my keyboard and someone up there’s keyboards are soulmates <3
From birth we’re taught that we’re owed a beautiful girl. We all think of ourselves as the hero of our own story, and we all (whether we admit it or not) think we’re heroes for just getting through our day.
So it’s very frustrating, and I mean frustrating to the point of violence, when we don’t get what we’re owed. A contract has been broken. These women, by exercising their own choices, are denying it to us. It’s why every Nice Guy is shocked to find that buying gifts for a girl and doing her favors won’t win him sex. It’s why we go to “slut” and “whore” as our default insults — we’re not mad that women enjoy sex. We’re mad that women are distributing to other people the sex that they owed us.
Yes, the women in these stories are being portrayed as wonderful and beautiful and perfect. But remember, there are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.
David Wong, 5 Ways Modern Men Are Trained to Hate Women (via chirart)
That last line is right on the money.
(via thingsthatscareme)
(Source: cracked.com)
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
(Source: setyourphaserstostun)
if i had a voice like morgan freeman i would just walk around the streets following people and pretend to narrate their lives
The ridiculously photogenic asian guyPERFECT
tHIS MAN
you SIR deserve ALL THE AWARDS
OH MY GOD
(Source: tao1024)
The room came to be known as Starks Secret Stash of Steve.
Steve was the only one who didn’t know about it.
My night has been made.
Who didn’t see that coming? Still hitting the play button like a boss.
(Source: radiophile)