gallifrey-feels:

runandhideinanothermind:

revisitnormal:

ramirezbundydahmer:

Famous Last Words:

  • Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose. - Queen Marie Antoinette after she accidentally stepped on the foot of her executioner as she went to the guillotine.
  • I can’t sleep. - J. M. Barrie, author of Peter Pan
  • I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis. - Humphrey Bogart
  • I am about to — or I am going to — die: either expression is correct. - Dominique Bouhours, famous French grammarian
  • I live! - Roman Emperor, as he was being murdered by his own soldiers.
  • Dammit…Don’t you dare ask God to help me. - Joan Crawford to her housekeeper who began to pray aloud.
  • I am perplexed. Satan Get Out. - Aleister Crowley – famous occultist.
  • Now why did I do that? - General William Erskine, after he jumped from a window in Lisbon, Portugal in 1813.
  •  Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French Fries’! - James French, a convicted murderer, was sentenced to the electric chair. He shouted these words to members of the press who were to witness his execution
  • Bugger Bognor. - King George V whose physician had suggested that he relax at his seaside palace in Bognor Regis.
  • It’s stopped. - Joseph Henry Green, upon checking his own pulse
  • LSD, 100 micrograms I.M. - Aldous Huxley (Author) to his wife. She obliged and he was injected twice before his death.
  • You have won, O Galilean. - Emperor Julian, having attempted to reverse the official endorsement of Christianity by the Roman Empire.
  • No, you certainly can’t. - John F. Kennedy in reply to Nellie Connally, wife of Governor John Connelly, commenting “You certainly can’t say that the people of Dallas haven’t given you a nice welcome, Mr. President.
  • I feel ill. Call the doctors. - Mao Zedong (Chairman of China)
  • Tomorrow, I shall no longer be here. - Nostradamus
  • Hurry up, you Hoosier bastard, I could kill ten men while you’re fooling around! - Carl Panzram, serial killer, shortly before he was executed by hanging.
  • Put out the bloody cigarette!! - Saki, to a fellow officer while in a trench during World War One, for fear the smoke would give away their positions. He was then shot by a German sniper who had heard the remark.
  • Please don’t let me fall. - Mary Surratt, before being hanged for her part in the conspiracy to assassinate President Lincoln. She was the first woman executed by the United States federal government.
  • Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies. - Voltaire when asked by a priest to renounce Satan.

No, but you forgot the best one

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do- Oscar Wilde, dying in an unfortunately papered hotel room

Oh my, Voltaire. I laughed at that one, too.

Nostradamus oh my god

(via totallynotmisha)

inturlrude:

what the fuck is happening over in America?

(Source: fallongifs, via once-upon-a-frozen-gallifrey)

ask-koki-kariya:

owldude:

voidethered:

ask-omnipony:

luckydreaming:

Are fedoras really that bad?

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YES YES THEY ARE

I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo

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I mean it’s a goddamn hat.

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Right..?

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The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-

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I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…

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Nothing ventured, nothing gained…

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WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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son.

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Omg it got better

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relahvant:

maddehhey:

thescienceofjohnlock:

ask-pigpeter:

smokeymcdaniel:

ihaveacleverfandomurl:

don’t forget to work up a little “seriously?” sneer as you squint

That will destroy him. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

I don’t know, it kind of seems like a dick move if you ask me.

reblogging for that ^

you know what’s a dick move? men not realising how degrading it is to have someone stare at your breasts, making women feel like sex toys on display, like their words are meaningless as the person they are talking to only seems to be interested in what their body has to offer. that’s a dick move. 

i think someone missed the pun

relahvant:

maddehhey:

thescienceofjohnlock:

ask-pigpeter:

smokeymcdaniel:

ihaveacleverfandomurl:

don’t forget to work up a little “seriously?” sneer as you squint

That will destroy him. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

I don’t know, it kind of seems like a dick move if you ask me.

reblogging for that ^

you know what’s a dick move? men not realising how degrading it is to have someone stare at your breasts, making women feel like sex toys on display, like their words are meaningless as the person they are talking to only seems to be interested in what their body has to offer. that’s a dick move. 

i think someone missed the pun

(Source: stefanny88, via sadbutprettyeyes)

radicaltitania:

nentindo:

kidshade:

ediebrit:

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

IM IN FUCKING STITCHES 

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the only thing funnier than this video are the comments on it

IT’S  SO FUNNY CAUSE THEIR MAIN PROBLEM IS THEY DON’T RECOGNIZE ANYONE’S FEELINGS BUT THEIR OWN

AND THE COMMENTS DO EXACTLY THAT

I wish it was funny but it’s actually majorly exhausting and we really don’t value your attention as much as you fuckin’ think. :| How bout you wander off and let us get wasted in peace? 

(via missinterpretations)

averagefairy:

moms are so temperamental you say one thing like “have you seen my hoodie” and theyre like your HOODIE??? YOUR HOODIE???? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS I HAVE TO DO EVERY DAY AND YOU THINK I HAVE TIME TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR HOODIE? NOBODY HELPS ME IN THIS HOUSE I DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF AND NOBODY ASKS HOW I AM YOUR FATHER IS AN ALCOHOLIC 

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lumos5000:

lowsodiumfreaks:

heathyr:

rewrite-the-role-we-play:

endiness:

wat are these looks tho. like.

“would you please talk to your boyfriend” “you deal with him, he’s your brother”

Sam: WHY AM I ALWAYS THE MESSENGER. TALK TO YOUR OWN DAMN BOYFRIEND.

Sam: I AM NOT AN OWL.

I AM NOT AN OWL.

did the Potterheads just….

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bigcutieaspen:

fattitudeproblem:

fatbodypolitics:

body-posi:

I’m learning to love my large body, and writing this spoken word piece was a giant step for me. It’s called “Too Big” and I would love to share it with the community that inspires and supports me.

"Too Big" by Beck Cooper (Performed at the Slam New Orleans Women of the Word 2014 Poetry Showcase) 

When he tells you that your body is not ideal,

That it is too big,
Do not hear this as a challenge

Swallow your tears and let the coursing wave of salt water force down the vomit,
Do not vomit

If the words “too big” echo loudly in your mind, 
be mean,
make them leave

Do not let him break you, do not concede,
you do not need him

Breathe

Ignore the voices that sing sweetly of shrinking,
I know what you’re thinking
Body heavy, body hideous, will never be loved

We’ve been here before Beck
Not the first time you’ve been too big,
We both know that this won’t be the last

This body knows too big
knows only one side of piggy back rides
Knows entire stores that don’t sell its size

This body knows inadequate
Knows that fat is the first thing you notice 

What it must be like to blow out a birthday candle or see a shooting star without imagining a life in a smaller body

This body
knows shame

Learned it the day it didn’t fit in the roller coaster
So you had to exit in front of everyone,
How It didn’t feel real 

You choked back tears and smiled
Assured friends you wanted them to stay on the ride
And as you sat down on the bench outside the exit
You made two promises to yourself:

1. Promise that this shame will not define you

2. Promise to skip dinner for the rest of the week

There’s always been two voices Beck,
Like a light switch that toggles between best friend and nemesis,
There’s usually no in between

You have a tendency to turn on yourself,
Could recall stories of playground bullies,
But no insults have been more violent than the words out of your own mouth   

Maybe it’s time you lay your fighting words to rest
I’m trying to be your own best friend, Beck

Breathe 

Fill your lungs with confidence you’ve earned,
Years of learning to love large body culminate in moments like these

You’d tell tearful friends that their beauty is not contingent on his opinion, That “too big” and “not ideal” are trademarks of a coward,
So walk the walk, Beck

Your body isn’t his ideal type of body
But pathetic has never been your ideal type of personality
And besides

You’ve no longer got the time to convince anyone that you’re worthy

When he tells you that your body is not ideal,
That it is too big,
Hear this as too strong, too boisterous, too powerful 

Pick yourself up, Beck
Pack up your bags, 

Walk away

Find a lover who wants you
to take up space

Thanks to the follower who sent me this video.

I needed this poem.

(via sadbutprettyeyes)

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