I can’t even be bothered to wash in this one any more.

I sent my friends pictures of the animals at work yesterday and they liked them so much I made them this video today. I hope you like it too.

dylicious:

thereisnowhy:

i’m not going to rain on your parade. i understand you believe in marriage and deserve the right to do so.

but

i find this whole idea kind of backward (hospital visits and insurance issues aside). why are we fighting to get married? marriage is such an archaic social institution with all the wrong historical associations to property and ownership and harems and status. personally, i much prefer the word “partner” to “husband.”  it has a more “equal” connotation.

it just seems like we’re fighting to bring back corsets or dowry or mercantilism. maybe i’m jaded because i watched so many marriages fail in my immediate family, but when i spend the rest of my life with someone it will be because i make a commitment everyday… not because i followed a religious ceremony or my country voted on it or i signed a legal contract.

i’m not really excited at the prospect of watering down my love into a cheapened, official, legal before man and god “marriage.” i see this as an opportunity for us to have a relationship status that is, dare i say it, BETTER THAN MARRIAGE.

Yes. This applies to all of us.

tumblrisforfaggots:

this is the best thing to ever happen

I laughed so much I cried.

christinefriar:

• time/money do not exist
• almost all of our lives are spent interpreting semiotics that are completely meaningless other than as means of differentiation between things we’re terrified of ‘being like’
• we are all the same
• the things I like (see: making stuff, music, people, camping, going everywhere) not only play heavily into those semiotics but also require money and time if I’m going to sustain my livelihood in any conventional sense
• so I’m basically doomed to spend the rest of my life pursuing things I don’t want with the understanding that it’s for my own good and will eventually pay off (ie: allow me to do the things that I want) when in reality I’m probably going to have to suffocate and kill my own internal voice/wants/etc in order to feed/clothe/house myself, and subsequently find myself unable to enjoy the things that I want by the time I reach a place where I’d be in a position to do so

LOL ~*~*~*~~ o_O

The gears in my head are currently trying to grind out a solution to this very crisis. So far all they’ve come up with is to leave home and live in a tree. They also specified that a hammock would be the most practical solution for this.

It’s still a work in progress.

Well, we definitely will if this ever comes to pass. It’s. Not. Good.

(via potterspoet)

The man’s a virus.

eloragee:

diaaaa:

litttlegirl:

icanread:

(by deepfootprints)

Hmmmmmm. The number of notes on this post betrays it as a common aspiration. That being said, it’s one that I share. Hmmmmmm.

I have good friends who just booked it online and trust me enough to pay them the cash when I see them next.

Plan: Smoking drugs - definitely.

Hiring prostitute - probably not.

(via pelicansss)

bebelestrange:

- jean-paul sartre

I’ll keep that in mind.

I have to work this weekend and the next as my bosses are going to Cuba.

This blows majorly.

I don’t like my job anymore, evidenced by the fact that I hardly do it when I’m there. I don’t like living with my parents as they seem to just flop from one financial crisis to the next, I’m not sure if my incomes absence would make things worse at all. I want to leave. But how?

I’m sending off my passport forms tomorow. That’ll be my first step.

Then I have to quit my job.

Drive to the coast.

Sell my car.

Get on a boat…

I hope it doesn’t escalate.