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Drunk on Doomsday

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(via pachee)
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(via pachee)

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A writer’s job, in the romantic notion, is to document chaos and to remind us that chaos exists — that the pretense of forward progress is a lie. That life is crazy and a struggle and haunted. A writer’s job, in the romantic sense, is to indulge one’s Dionysian energy, to let it dominate our Apollonian energy, and have a keen nose for adventure. 
—Po Bronson; The Nudist on the Late Shift
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And this is me preaching awesomeness.
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And this is me preaching awesomeness.

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This is Budoy and I shooting for our 16mm short film in Siquior. Yes-yes.
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This is Budoy and I shooting for our 16mm short film in Siquior. Yes-yes.

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abloodymess:

there should be either a) a great story behind this or b) great captions added.


OH EXPLOITABLE!
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abloodymess:

there should be either a) a great story behind this or b) great captions added.

OH EXPLOITABLE!
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Owen - Good Friends With Bad Habits

If you’re an Owen fan, you most probs have seen this already. If you haven’t, well its Owen (aka Mike Kinsella) with a full band line-up, including cousin Nate Kinsella and good ol’ buddy from back in the day Bob Nanna. GET RAD.

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THIS

Lets nerf the world, you and I.
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THIS

Lets nerf the world, you and I.

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gtfomom:


Jonathan and Stella, the Stoner Chick looks too cute together.
Smoking pot with a girl is always cute—not to mention sexxxy.



Don’t I know it bro. Don’t. I. Know. It.
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gtfomom:

Jonathan and Stella, the Stoner Chick looks too cute together.

Smoking pot with a girl is always cute—not to mention sexxxy.

Don’t I know it bro. Don’t. I. Know. It.
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itsalwayssunny:

Charlie: I wrote a musical.Mac: Huh?Dennis: You wrote a musical?Dee: Why? Why did you do that?Charlie: Uh, just to write a musical. Does there have to be a reason? I don’t think so.Dee: Yeah there does. Nobody writes a musical for no reason. That doesn’t make sense.Charlie: Alright, well, this guy did so there you go.Dennis: Who’s the mark?Charlie: What? There’s no mark, guys. I wrote a musical, it’s prety damn good. I want to put it on.Mac: Right, what’s your angle?Charlie: I don’t have an angle.Dee: Whose face are we shoving this in?Charlie: You don’t shove a musical in someone’s face. What are you talking about?Mac: Who versus? Who are we doing it versus!?Charlie: Oh my God. Are you guys gonna make this about this? I mean, look, I just wrote a musical to write a musical. I don’t have an ulterior motive here. I’m not trying to screw anyone or gain anything out of it! You know what? If you guys don’t want to be in it, I  can find other people to play your parts.Mac: Whoa, whoa!Dennis: Whoa, whoa whoa, hang on there, pal. Hang on, hang on. We’re just trying to wrap our heads around this. Mac: Yeah, I mean there’s no reason to give away our parts, okay?Dee: No, we’ll do it. What’s it called?Charlie: The Nightman Cometh.
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itsalwayssunny:

Charlie: I wrote a musical.
Mac: Huh?
Dennis: You wrote a musical?
Dee: Why? Why did you do that?
Charlie: Uh, just to write a musical. Does there have to be a reason? I don’t think so.
Dee: Yeah there does. Nobody writes a musical for no reason. That doesn’t make sense.
Charlie: Alright, well, this guy did so there you go.
Dennis: Who’s the mark?
Charlie: What? There’s no mark, guys. I wrote a musical, it’s prety damn good. I want to put it on.
Mac: Right, what’s your angle?
Charlie: I don’t have an angle.
Dee: Whose face are we shoving this in?
Charlie: You don’t shove a musical in someone’s face. What are you talking about?
Mac: Who versus? Who are we doing it versus!?
Charlie: Oh my God. Are you guys gonna make this about this? I mean, look, I just wrote a musical to write a musical. I don’t have an ulterior motive here. I’m not trying to screw anyone or gain anything out of it! You know what? If you guys don’t want to be in it, I  can find other people to play your parts.
Mac: Whoa, whoa!
Dennis: Whoa, whoa whoa, hang on there, pal. Hang on, hang on. We’re just trying to wrap our heads around this.
Mac: Yeah, I mean there’s no reason to give away our parts, okay?
Dee: No, we’ll do it. What’s it called?
Charlie: The Nightman Cometh.

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It’s a Musical

They look like quirky mumblecore characters. Shinji would be down with this. They’re kinda like a way cute version of Mates of State.
The Music Makes Me Sick!
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It’s a Musical

They look like quirky mumblecore characters. Shinji would be down with this. They’re kinda like a way cute version of Mates of State.

The Music Makes Me Sick!

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planetearthisblue:


kingofalldetectives:

gunstreetgirl:

etralos:wehaditall:nathanieljames:



“YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, LISA!”
You know, to be honest, I don’t know whether to give you props or apologize if you know what movie this is from.

apologize, definitely ;)

I REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE.

THE ROOM AUTOREBLOG. Shana - I’ll take you to the promised land. It is too good.

SO BAD SO GOOD

AUTOREBLOG! This movie = GENIUS!



Uwe Boll ain’t got shit on Tommy Wiseau
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planetearthisblue:

kingofalldetectives:

gunstreetgirl:

etralos:wehaditall:nathanieljames:

“YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, LISA!”

You know, to be honest, I don’t know whether to give you props or apologize if you know what movie this is from.

apologize, definitely ;)

I REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE.

THE ROOM AUTOREBLOG. Shana - I’ll take you to the promised land. It is too good.

SO BAD SO GOOD

AUTOREBLOG! This movie = GENIUS!

Uwe Boll ain’t got shit on Tommy Wiseau
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So what's this? Imma experiencing a Quarter-life crisis. Oh well. It hit me hard on the forehead.

kreamehaschainzawgutzfuckerrry:

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn’t know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren’t so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while wining the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Pretty spot on.
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