Emma: Hey, what is the irony behind your Zombieland character being afraid of clowns?  Jesse: Um, I guess it’s that my mother was a professional clown. So that um, but it’s not actually ironic because… I’m terrified of her.

Emma: Hey, what is the irony behind your Zombieland character being afraid of clowns? 
Jesse: Um, I guess it’s that my mother was a professional clown. So that um, but it’s not actually ironic because… I’m terrified of her.

(Source: formerlyhuglock)

fuckyeahohnotheydidnt:

On a Mark Zuckerberg walking post.
Thread here.

fuckyeahohnotheydidnt:

On a Mark Zuckerberg walking post.

Thread here.


mooncarol:

LMFAO

mooncarol:

LMFAO

(Source: robfixation)

fuckyeahstevejonandstephen:

The Colbert Family! :D

fuckyeahstevejonandstephen:

The Colbert Family! :D

squintyoureyes:

A piece of art caused me to have an emotional reaction. Is that normal?

squintyoureyes:

A piece of art caused me to have an emotional reaction. Is that normal?

zhouyi:

Well. This is giving me some feelings.

zhouyi:

Well. This is giving me some feelings.

demons:

I was privileged to serve with a company of men who would make me far more than I would have been without them. And that losing one of those men had hurt so badly that I’d buried the thought of him, thinking that somehow that would help me avoid the pain.Better, I’ve since learned, to turn into those waves and dive. So on that day in 2004 when I visited the cemetery where is Skip is buried, I looked at the white marble cross at that name - Sgt. Warren H. Muck - and thought of the kid who swam in the Niagara. The march to Atlanta. The smile. I knelt, placed flowers at the base of that cross. Prayed. All the things I’d done before when I’d come to see his grave. Only this time I did something different, long overdue, and hard but freeing.I cried sixty years worth of tears.

Easy Company Soldier, Sgt. Don Malarkey

demons:

I was privileged to serve with a company of men who would make me far more than I would have been without them. And that losing one of those men had hurt so badly that I’d buried the thought of him, thinking that somehow that would help me avoid the pain.

Better, I’ve since learned, to turn into those waves and dive. So on that day in 2004 when I visited the cemetery where is Skip is buried, I looked at the white marble cross at that name - Sgt. Warren H. Muck - and thought of the kid who swam in the Niagara. The march to Atlanta. The smile. I knelt, placed flowers at the base of that cross. Prayed. All the things I’d done before when I’d come to see his grave. Only this time I did something different, long overdue, and hard but freeing.

I cried sixty years worth of tears.

Easy Company Soldier, Sgt. Don Malarkey

The point of the song is we are very well damaged by the legacy of the romantic poet, that we think of love as a thing that is with strings and is this force for good and then if something bad happens that’s not love…I don’t know so much about that. I don’t know that the Greeks weren’t right, I think that they were, that love can beat a path through everything, that it will destroy a lot of things on the way to its objective which is just its expression of itself. You know my stepfather mistreated us terribly quite often, but he loved us and well, that to me is something worth commenting on in the hopes of undoing a lot of what I perceive is terrible damage, yet we talk about love as this benign comfortable force: it is wild.
nevertravelled:

How’s it going in there, Kyle?  The first six months I was in solitary, I did push-ups every day and I never talked to myself.  The next six months, I stopped doing push-ups and I - I confess - I did talk a little to myself.  The six months after that, those next six months?  Kyle… you don’t wanna know what happened then.  [closes trunk]

I love his expression in the second cap.

nevertravelled:

How’s it going in there, Kyle? The first six months I was in solitary, I did push-ups every day and I never talked to myself. The next six months, I stopped doing push-ups and I - I confess - I did talk a little to myself. The six months after that, those next six months? Kyle… you don’t wanna know what happened then.  [closes trunk]

I love his expression in the second cap.