6 hours ago | N: 282 | via thechocolatebrigade | © nosdrinker


7 hours ago | N: 1130 | via methodistcoloringbook | © literarystarbucks
Foucault

literarystarbucks:

Michael Foucault goes up to the counter and orders an iced coffee. Is his choice a product of his past or his present? Aren’t we all just at the whim of the power structures that control our society? Should we abandon this Starbucks and take control of our own beverages? What do we know about coffee? What do any of us know about anything? The barista, not surprisingly, quits her job.



7 hours ago | N: 440 | via methodistcoloringbook | © sexhaver

sexhaver:

Bernard Tschumi, Advertisements for Architecture (1976-1977)



9 hours ago | N: 107349 | via heisenbeer | © unamusedsloth
laughter-everyday:

unamusedsloth:

NYPD escorting a raccoon out of a beauty salon

"GROOT HELP ME YOU FUCKING TWIG"

laughter-everyday:

unamusedsloth:

NYPD escorting a raccoon out of a beauty salon

"GROOT HELP ME YOU FUCKING TWIG"

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10 hours ago | N: 8822 | via killyouranxiety | © theclearlydope
hypnoplasmids:

experimental-sponge:

theclearlydope:

[via]

I didn’t know you had a poker night, hypnoplasmids

my poker face is impossible to beat because i look dumb and happy no matter what my hand is.

hypnoplasmids:

experimental-sponge:

theclearlydope:

[via]

I didn’t know you had a poker night, hypnoplasmids

my poker face is impossible to beat because i look dumb and happy no matter what my hand is.



10 hours ago | N: 2795 | via el-zombie-de-luis | © fuckyeahdementia

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10 hours ago | N: 1554 | via sailorwitch | © kelsium
Of women born between 1980 and 1995, 46 percent are now moms.

What. What. What. (via kelsium)



10 hours ago | N: 10488 | via commovente | © sodisarmingdarling
I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?

14 hours ago | N: 1188 | via el-zombie-de-luis | © elfacker
Los hombres son de Marte, las mujeres de Venus y los Tucanes de Tijuana.

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14 hours ago | N: 303999 | via nicolerichiest | © owenhqrper

owenhqrper:

it’s just so funny how you can just click with some people but not others, like you can meet a new friend who completely gets you in like 2 weeks and yet have a parent or relative who still doesn’t know your simplest likes and dislikes after 20 years. its weird