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And my personal favorite:
Popcorn guy is my favorite.
okay seriously in the extended pictures, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FAMILY COMPLAINING ABOUT WITH THE PIZZA ON THE TABLE? LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT
I like the last one “Oh my god, I’m on fire? Better jump out a fucking window then.
I’ve said it 100 times, I FUCKING LOVE INFOMERCIAL PEOPLE SO MUCH!!
Moral of this, dont slice bread with cheese
after reblogging this i opened up a card my great aunt gave me it has money in itIt could be a complete coincidence but I reblogged this yesterday and toda I fouund $40 at the fruit maket
I shit out thousands of dollars in pennies right now I am shitting out pennies this is happening why please help me
this is so true lol
The Hook-Up Culture: How An Entire Generation Abandoned Outdated Expectations, Instead Deciding That Casual Sex Was Completely Okay And They Didn’t Actually Care To Waste Time And Money On Somebody That They Only Wanted To Fuck
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These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.