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    On a tiny corner in a little village, far from the atrium of activity, rests an old wooden gate. Warped and beaten, it hangs precariously over the gravel and dirt in front of it. Just within that old gate, lies an abandoned garden, overgrown and neglected. Weeds and flowers, plants and branches, all rub against one another, as a late spring draft flows through the rusted chicken wire fence. The perfume of rotten fruit and old blossoms find their way out into the street, hopelessly reaching for a nose to assail.  An old path snakes through the entire garden, packed hard from early mornings and late evenings of watering, with hints of a boot print here and there. Many seasons have attempted to erase these prints, but only made them more and more permanent after each try, hardening the outline and extending their shadow. In the corner, resting upon the brick work of a boarded up bakery, there’s the skeletons of rake and hoe handles, their iron feet full of rotten, rusted holes, brittle and dry. The air full of the hum made of industrious bees, weaving from plant to tree, ever in search of sustenance, to create their sweet, liquid gold deep in the hive carved into a bole of a young birch in the center of the garden. The soil moist from the afternoon shade, unmolested by the sun’s rays or by a man’s tool.

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America: A nation stolen from the Native “Americans”, built on the backs of African slaves, forged both coasts together by Chinese and Irish immigrants (to name two), and governed by mainly “christian” male representatives. Yet, people can get mad at a company, Coca-Cola, for running an ad where the celebration of diversity is met by singing a song, written by an unmarried, female poet who said,”I always thought the fringe had the best of it. I don’t think I mind not being woven in.”

To see this outrage AT A FUCKING SUPERBOWL COMMERCIAL, and not see my fellow “Americans” ban together to help those less fortunate, celebrate diversity, stop racist/hate speech, and give equal rights TO ALL FUCKING AMERICANS MAKES ME SO FUCKING FRUSTRATED BEYOND ALL MEASURE.
I can at least half say that I belong here, and I could say to all those “American” white bread fuckasses out there to go back to your shitty 17th-20th century European country where famine and totalitarianism is the fucking order of the day.

Oh wait, look what I did, I just became a generalist fucking asshole in that sentence just like those close minded nitwits who tweeted “terrorists”,”jews”, “mexicans” and “niggers” shouldn’t sing that song in their OWN GODDAMN LANGUAGE instead of our “American” English.

To all of you I say, GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH THE UTMOST SWIFTNESS.

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wolvaries:

anyways heres wonderwall

WYATT, I AM ROLLING.

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copycats:

"Sailors in Your Mouth" by The National

Originally by Bob’s Burgers (Gene, Linda, and Gayle)

* Hear the track above, or click over to Entertainment Weekly to see the brilliant (but non-embedable) cartoon clip. Happy Thanksgiving!

What Thanksgiving is all about.

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http://medmovmad.tumblr.com/

I made a movie review blog!

I’m so trendy and hip.

Come and read my musings on movies.

I’m so cool.

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This is for my tumblrpal definition-of-the-funk. BEEEEEEENNNN THEEEEERRRREEE.

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sobrietykilledtheteenager:

thebigbadafro:

It’s a mix of hell and outer space.

how are u going to tell me mermaids dont exist then 

HOW ARE THEY GONNA TELL US THAT THERE ISN’T DINOSAURS ANYMORE.

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The Big Sleep (1946) - Directed by Howard Hawks and Starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. If you haven’t seen this, I definitely recommend watching it.

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Devil’s Pass