itsacpsideblog:

I keep thinking about how lardo and shitty are dating, probably SERIOUSLY, and yet they both just…refuse to say anything about it. Like, they know they’re not fooling anyone, they just refuse to confirm or deny. I fully expect this trend to continue, and for them to, like, move in together without saying anything. Get married without saying anything.

They would still have a wedding, they just wouldn’t tell anyone it was a wedding. They just invite their close friends and family over for a big party one day and get all dressed up and have a big cake, and just…not say anything. Six months later it somehow comes up that they’re married and someone (Ransom) is like “you two are MARRIED?? Since when.”

“Bro, you were THERE.”

fourlughero:

tilthat:

TIL Ray Bradbury first titled Fahrenheit 451 “The Fireman”, then called a local fire station to ask what temperature it would take to actually ignite books. The responding firemen placed him on hold and burnt a book, then reported that the heat required was “Fahrenheit 451″.

via reddit.com

That’s such a fire fighter thing to do.

“You know what? That’s a good question. I’m gonna put you on hold while I find out”

bauliya:

the jocks in Pacific rim: to neural bond with someone… you need to be drift compatible… you need to trust them completely… you need to be emotionally healthy.. it can be absolutely traumatising if anything goes wrong

the nerds, mindmelding with dead alien monsters: fuckin cowards

arealemergency:

barbex:

gettingdinnerandpossiblythinner:

My favorite is people who send me unsolicited dick pics and then they’re like, “uh, hi? Are you ignoring me?”

It’s just so funny to me. Like one minute I’m designing bioreactors and getting published for heat dissipation in polymers and then I open this godforsaken app to dudes hanging brain who can’t even pronounce “saponification” calling me a slut because I won’t give attention to their limp excuses for existence.

3 billion years of evolution and the greatest form of communication you can conjure up in your fermented omelet of a conscience is submitting your wrinkly ball sac to a stranger on the Internet to substitute the attention your parents never gave their mistake of an offspring.

This is poetry.

This is my fucking resurrection

nonbinaryvexahlia:

zmyaro:

nonbinaryvexahlia:

one of the weirdest ways that language is evolving in response to the internet is that “bad words” just. do not have the same impact anymore. i constantly forget that some people think ‘fuck you’ is a terrible insult

so threats and insults have to start getting really out there if the person wants to even mean anything. if a person told me to die i’d shrug it off but if i opened a post’s tags and saw “op i will sneak into your house and replace all your shoelaces with cooked pasta” do you know how shaken i’d be? do you know how upset i’d be if i saw “op is the personification of the look you share w other people in the grocery store when some dude is causing A Scene™

for no reason”

So you are saying English curses on the Internet are becoming more like Yiddish curses?

I sincerely hope so but I can’t say I’m familiar with yiddish curses and i am begging you to tell me a few