dirk-striders-dick:

a-raccoon:

pockytardis:

hungarysovaries:

chicksdigthephoenix:

thinkmexican:

Say NO to ACTA

ACTA, the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement, makes SOPA look like child’s play. It would establish an independent multi-national governing body focused solely on enforcing the intellectual property rights of major corporations. Learn more at the video above.

oh

yeah

acta’s worse than sopa, saw another vid earlier in spanish explaining this

all of us need to spread the word about this

GOD DAMMIT US.

YOU NEED TO FUCKING STOP.

why do they feel the impending absolute need to fuck with the internet because they can’t fix anything else actually important in the world

are you serious

no

no

NOT MORE SHITTY BILLS

(Source: thinkmexican)

downatthedeli:

upwiththekai:

mercerism:

everyone’s dash today

*tear*

Tears silently streaming down my face

jakenglishsexual:

miramoondarling:

hussiempreg:

i was trying to make a gif but then i combined it with the other one i was working on by mistake and this was the result

the more you watch it the funnier it gets

OMFG

as djgfh

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bunny-nose:

Danny Rad!!!

(Source: paralysedbeaver)

(Source: im1004)

I’ve got a dig bick. You this read wrong. You read that wrong too.

ber-the-conquewor:

darlincuppycake:

iamthemagicks:

lavender-ice:

sarkyfancypants:

most-awkward-moments:

ASKDFUCK

…WHA WAIT WHAT

Damnit

BRAIN.

READ THE ENTIRE FUCKING SENTENCE.

STOP GOING TO AUTOCORRECT MODE.

(Source: j-ydon)

votivevendetta:

greatcosplay:

Alphonse

………….. HOLY FUCKING SHIT

maestrahassassin:

natamare:

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocences burn in flames
A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deads
The rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands,
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I’m walking away
I can’t remind your eyes, your face.

~Woodkid - Iron.

this is my reaction everytime I listen to this. It doesn’t even matter how much I hear.

(Source: nickthejam)