todiwan:

A Russian tank manufacturer has unveiled a new tram design that it plans to start mass-producing in 2015. These beautiful pieces of engineering will hold 190 to 270 passengers and will be able to traverse on even the older, worn out Russian tram tracks.

Read more about the so-called “Batmobile” trams…

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hellofromhawaii:

So I was driving behind this truck and seen this huge dog and I was like lemme take a photo of this creature, so I honked my horn a little so it would look at me and then………….

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sarahnitson:

typac:

typac:

ashley tisdale and seth rogen in donnie darko is so funny they are like 12

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aren’t you forgetting someone

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littlezombiekid:

the-uncensored-she:

Women should NOT be forced to feed their babies in a bathroom, all because we live in a misogynistic, porn-warped society that’s been brainwashed to believe that female breasts used for anything other than male pleasure is “indecent”. Support public breast feeding and end the porn culture.

Forever reblog

(via memetier)

accidently:

accidently:

littlebreadstick:

accidently:

my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen

but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen

thank u little bread stick that made me feel better 

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this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts

(via the-one-an-only-demon-tomate)

swiftsugg:

Book covers come to life:by John Green » The Fault In Our Stars

swiftsugg:

Book covers come to life:
by John Green » The Fault In Our Stars

(via im-your-favorite-actor-and-i)

flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD

flowergirlrobichiko:

thecatsmustbecrazy:

special delivery

BRING ME SCHRÖDINGER’S HEAD

(via theacademyislover)

muirin007:

I’m jumping on the “Tulio and Miguel look like Loki and Thor” bandwagon really late, but I couldn’t help myself. That horse is two seconds away from jumping ship.

muirin007:

I’m jumping on the “Tulio and Miguel look like Loki and Thor” bandwagon really late, but I couldn’t help myself. 

That horse is two seconds away from jumping ship.

(via imafangirlidontdocalm)

fem-mew-nist:

faineemae:

flyingmintbunny0:

asexualveganmystic:

dorkinthefreakkingdom:

faineemae:

if i had a dollar…

If I had a brick

sorry if I’m off topic but I’m so sick of people characterizing violent crime as “musta been mental illness” it throws us mentally ill people under the bus by perpetuating the stereotype that we’re dangerous

cant we just say there was something going on with that one guy?

ur totally right, many men don’t react violently when faced with rejection.
it was only this one guy.












Societus Patriarchus: the latin name for the so-called “mental illness” that’s always attributed to white guys who become violent when they don’t get what they want

fem-mew-nist:

faineemae:

flyingmintbunny0:

asexualveganmystic:

dorkinthefreakkingdom:

faineemae:

if i had a dollar…

If I had a brick

sorry if I’m off topic but I’m so sick of people characterizing violent crime as “musta been mental illness” it throws us mentally ill people under the bus by perpetuating the stereotype that we’re dangerous

cant we just say there was something going on with that one guy?

ur totally right, many men don’t react violently when faced with rejection.

it was only this one guy.


Societus Patriarchus: the latin name for the so-called “mental illness” that’s always attributed to white guys who become violent when they don’t get what they want

(via raggedybowtiesandfezzes)

notchicken:

notchicken:

guess what I just got!!!

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meet Spartacus everyone….

(via raggedybowtiesandfezzes)

gowns:

my number one piece of advice is drink water and stay hydrated. we are made out of water. everything in us is made of water. and u are sitting there drinking a diet coke tellin me that’s all you’ve had to drink today. please get up and drink some water. for the love of god.

(via the-one-an-only-demon-tomate)

zwampert:

dennys:

welcome to dencon. on your birthday you get an extra hour in the pit.

There is no amount of money that Denny’s could pay the person in charge of their Tumblr account in order to be fair, based on how amazing this post is.

zwampert:

dennys:

welcome to dencon. on your birthday you get an extra hour in the pit.

There is no amount of money that Denny’s could pay the person in charge of their Tumblr account in order to be fair, based on how amazing this post is.

(via gandy-alf)

rlyhigh:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left. 

i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing

rlyhigh:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left. 

i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing

(via detective-wholock)

radicalfeminisms:

literallyfuckeveryone:

girldork:

being a feminist is like trying to fix a giant hole in the wall and discovering that the entire wall is rotting and filled with termites and you have a lot more work to do than you thought you did

 

not all termites

(via im-your-favorite-actor-and-i)