February 18, 2011
wut flavor?

wut flavor?

November 28, 2010
I CAN HAS!!!

I CAN HAS!!!

(via viorotica)

November 26, 2010
prettymess:

Don’t lie, you know you do.

lol

prettymess:

Don’t lie, you know you do.

lol

(via magalomania)

November 4, 2010
November 1, 2010
October 31, 2010
October 29, 2010
licentiouss:

assuranceclosure:

want. 

I wouldn’t mind having that in my bed!

licentiouss:

assuranceclosure:

want. 

I wouldn’t mind having that in my bed!

(via lie-forfun)

October 24, 2010
September 29, 2010

“Reopening of the South Fork Bridge after flood in Nov. 1940. 1941 (?)”
It’s the short description for the photograph shown at the virtual Bralorne Pioneer Museum, from British Columbia, Canada. The image can be seen specifically on this page (scroll down to the middle), among other items of the online exhibit. Did you notice anything out of place? Or perhaps, out of time?

The man with what appears to be very modern sunglasses seems to be wearing a stamped T-shirt with a nice sweater, all the while holding a portable compact camera!

Internet people reached to the obvious conclusion: it’s a time traveller caught on camera on 1940! Finally, we have proof!

If the story seems straight out of a movie and the photo is in itself a great funny find, the most amusing thing i came up with while looking into this – as an Internet person, on the Internet – was the reply for a skeptical, or perhaps somewhat cynical comment on how spurious it would seem the idea that a time traveler would want to visit the reopening of a bridge in some small town in Canada.

Read this on Doc Brown’s voice: “Of course, because we know nothing happened there right? But if we are considering time travel, how can we know if in some other timeline something historical happened right there?”

Indeed! Once you consider time travel, everything changes. But before writing Hollywood scripts, let’s get back to reality and ask again: is the photo evidence of a time traveller?

August 26, 2010

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I just had the mostamazingly terryifying nightmare of my life.  It starts off with an opera version of amazing grace music in the background and then a average looking man walking up behind me and my dad threatening to kill my dad.  Then he reveals himself to be a teacher at my school and lets us get aways but not before scaring the shit out of us.  Then it turns out to be a all a dream as I wake up in my dream.  However on the news, there’s reports that people all over the works experienced the same type of dream where they would hear the opera version of amazing grace and then be threatened by someone who claims to be somehow in their life.  

In the dream I’m hella skeptical about the whole situation so I go over to my best friend’s (the one in dreamland, i never met this person) and discuss it inside his downstairs bathroom.  Suddenly we both the most horrifying scream coming out as a ringtone from my phone and go run upstairs to check on his parents.  Suddenly they both vanished from the house.  We call over our girlfriends (once again dreamland version) and they tell us stories of crazy shit happening too.  Somehow we end up climbing down a firehouse onto a balcolny of a roof to get to “safety” and we talk about everything that happened up to this point.  It turns out both of our girlfriends parents disappeared after hearing a horrifying scream coming from somewhere as well.  It’s now nighttime, and for whatever reason I decide to get my phone back from the downstairs bathroom and for some reason I go alone.  It has become “Scary movie” setting so not all the lights even when on are helping illimunate the rooms, but for some reason I see that there are still some lights on despite the light switches being turned off.  Something in this dream told me this was of great importance so I rushed back upstairs to tell my friends about this.  The male friend I have agrees this is weird and starts to get up to come downstairs with me.  Just as I turn my back to them, I hear the horrifying scream again, look back inside the room, and now they have all disappeared as well.  

I run back downstairs and check my phone since the scream is still coming from there.  I pick it up (it also acted as a ringtone i guess?) and i hear all 3 voices of the people who were just upstairs, but with a ghostly vibe to their voice, saying please save me.  Then i hear a voice over that said “it can all be over Curtis, but first I know Mom and Dad are tucked in home at bed safely”  At this point, I said fuck this dream and woke up irl.  

I’ve honestly never had a dream scare me so much or feel so real gah.  GG to spelling at grammar in this post, but I was trying to type my dream before I forgot it all later on in the day.