wellalright:

my mom asked me to get plastic cutlery for this party at her school

her: why did the spoons cost twice as much as the forks if you get the same amount?

me: i don’t know. i guess it’s because…because like in a pinch a spoon could do the job of a fork, you know? like you could eat cake with a spoon. but like a fork could never do what a spoon does, it couldn’t hold a liquid, you couldn’t eat soup with a fork. it’s like they thought of that, like they looked at a spoon and a fork and weighed each o-

her: oh, you got two different brands.

me: oh.

fyeahwomenartists:

Kelly MarkIt’s Just One God Damn Thing After Another, 2009 Powder coated aluminum
(via Kelly Mark: Sculpture)

fyeahwomenartists:

Kelly Mark
It’s Just One God Damn Thing After Another, 2009 
Powder coated aluminum


(via Kelly Mark: Sculpture)


Gorgeous hair by shinichiro* on Flickr.

Gorgeous hair by shinichiro* on Flickr.

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Dita Von Teese

Dita Von Teese

(via pussylequeer)

(Source: heartkbitch)


Indoor Table by Manoteca

Indoor Table by Manoteca

(Source: thearchtivist, via mylistofthangs)

khaleesi:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

I am Jack’s inflamed sense of existential importance.

khaleesi:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

I am Jack’s inflamed sense of existential importance.

madonnuh:

the bible has the worst fandom

(Source: arethafranklin, via bricorama)

slaglady:

i was spelling beyond, and ended up spelling beyonce. but it’s basically the same thing. 

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