Photo 10 Mar Kino: desi swing (Taken with Kinotopic)

Kino: desi swing (Taken with Kinotopic)

Video 6 Mar 415,000 notes



Machine Porn

i don’t understand how the third bottom one works, how is the metal spinning into circles what

Photo 5 Mar 4,200 notes tastefullyoffensive:

Don’t be an ignorant wisher. [hugecartoons]


Don’t be an ignorant wisher. [hugecartoons]

Video 13 Feb 79 notes


Guiseppe Acrimboldo. Portrait of Eve, Portrait of Adam. 1578.

eating dat apple like a classy betch

Text 21 Jan 289 notes Top Ten Facebook Reactions to the Onion of 2013, Part II


5. Possibly the only sources less reliable than The Onion


Original Onion Article

4. “And by ‘consensus’ I mean ‘hysterical online freak out’”


Original Onion Article

3. Like what even is “truth,” man?


Original Onion Article

2. Unfortunately, all the talk is “How are you still employed?”


Original Onion Article

1. Darn stuff-knowers, always acting like they’re smart or something


Original Onion Article

Audio 4 Jan 5,589 notes

Benedict Cumberbatch — Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, 
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 
    But being too happy in thine happiness, - 
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, 
                In some melodious plot 
    Of beechen green and shadows numberless, 
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 
    Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, 
Tasting of Flora and the country green, 
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! 
O for a beaker full of the warm South, 
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, 
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 
                And purple-stained mouth; 
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, 
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget 
    What thou among the leaves hast never known, 
The weariness, the fever, and the fret 
    Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, 
    Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 
        Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 
                And leaden-eyed despairs, 
    Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 
        Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, 
    Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, 
But on the viewless wings of Poesy, 
    Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 
Already with thee! tender is the night, 
    And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, 
        Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; 
                But here there is no light, 
    Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 
        Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, 
    Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, 
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet 
    Wherewith the seasonable month endows 
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; 
    White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; 
        Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; 
                And mid-May’s eldest child, 
    The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 
        The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time 
    I have been half in love with easeful Death, 
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 
    To take into the air my quiet breath; 
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 
    To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 
        While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 
                In such an ecstasy! 
    Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - 
        To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 
    No hungry generations tread thee down; 
The voice I hear this passing night was heard 
    In ancient days by emperor and clown: 
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 
    Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
        She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 
                The same that oft-times hath 
    Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam 
        Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell 
    To toll me back from thee to my sole self! 
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 
    As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. 
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 
    Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 
        Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep 
                In the next valley-glades: 
    Was it a vision, or a waking dream? 
        Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

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Video 3 Jan

Old boyfriends
Remember when you were burning for them
Why do you keep turning them into
Old boyfriends

They look you up when they’re in town
To see if they can still burn you down
He fell in love, you see
With someone that I used to be

Though I very seldom think of him
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin’s
Blue summer dress can make the window like a dream
Ah, but now those dreams belong to someone else
Now they talk in their sleep in a drawer where I keep all my

Old boyfriends
Turn up every time it rains
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Old boyfriends

Photo 3 Jan 311 notes fuckyouverymuch:

We have an off-day. 


We have an off-day. 

Text 2 Jan 101,593 notes


when people call you “hun”

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Photo 5 Aug Kino: Windows (Taken with Kinotopic)

Kino: Windows (Taken with Kinotopic)

Quote 26 Jun
Monks feel that the presence of women alters the social dynamics of the community and therefore slows their path towards spiritual enlightenment.
Photo 1 Jun 356 notes occupygezipics:

View of Taksim and surrounding areas from afar.


View of Taksim and surrounding areas from afar.

Photo 24 Apr 2 notes (via An Honest Liar: The Amazing Randi Story by Flim Flam Films — Kickstarter)
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Photo 9 Apr benito (Taken with GifBoom)

benito (Taken with GifBoom)

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