come on baby girl, flex your zygomaticus major for this greasy stranger
  • poemsingreenink:




    When they make a black widow movie, the trailer needs to be all mysterious and the song playing needs to be Scarlett Johansson singing a lullaby cover of the itsy bitsy spider

    I need this in my life

    That sounds fucking terrifying.

    The lullaby should be in Russian.

  • rlmjob:

okay but this one is all too real

Broccoli Alfredo Stuffed Shells
  • It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t fucking brown.

    They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.

    You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.

    (Source: siouxerz)

  • locksandglasses:


    cat people: dogs are cool too
    dog people: cats don’t feel love did you know a cat once MURDERED my MOTHER

    Im a dog person. This is true.

  • naked-nigga-in-ugg-bootz:

Nigga really think he on the team

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Name: Maria Hai-Anh Tuyet CaoAge: 52Born: 26th August 1951Died: 15th February 2004, at Leuchtfeuer Hospice, Hamburg
Maria Hai-Anh Tuyet Cao’s experience of dying would doubtless have been very different, had she not absorbed the teachings of the Supreme Mistress Ching Hai. The Mistress says: “All that is beyond this world is better than our world. It is better than anything we can or cannot imagine.”
Frau Cao wears the portrait of the Mistress round her neck. Under her guidance, she has already visited the afterlife in meditation. Her call to the next world cannot be far off: her pulmonary alveoli are failing. Yet she appears serene and cheerful. “Death is nothing”, says Frau Cao. “I embrace death. It is not eternal. Afterwards, when we meet God, we become beautiful. We are only called back to earth if we are still attached to another human being in the final seconds.” Hai-Anh Cao prepares for this moment every day. She wants to achieve a sense of total detachment at the moment of death.
Walter Schels