“George Bush has painted over 50 puppies”
i still cant hate this dude look how happy he is wtf he just takes painting lessons and chills its not his fault he had to lead a country
Pretty good paintings lol
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“George Bush has painted over 50 puppies”
i still cant hate this dude look how happy he is wtf he just takes painting lessons and chills its not his fault he had to lead a country
Pretty good paintings lol
(via we-are-star-stuff)
OMG, that’s so fucking cool! Someone from the science side of Tumblr needs to come along and tell me what’s going on here!
the bubble is freezing you fucking idiot
thank u science side of tumblr
(Source: cineraria, via we-are-star-stuff)
The Terrifying Fallout of the ‘Final Fantasy’ Universe
“Whatever you call it, Phoenix Down should only be used by responsible, adult casters.”
When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space; the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
Ann Druyan, about her husband Carl Sagan. (via samreich)
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Professor Scott Bug returns today with some real true facts about rocks and things.
“When our eyes see, they are actually fueling up on lots and lots of light. So, when you’re watching this, you actually grow taller.”
- Professor Scott Bug
“Dear Steven,
It was a real pleasure just to sit and talk with you. I listened very carefully to what you had to say about this compelling history, and I’ve since read the script and found it in all the detail in which it describes these monumental events and in the compassionate portraits of all…
A knuckleball has minimal spin, causing unpredictable motion
And this is how your throw it:

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I think Brian is offering himself as a capable mate. He’s not being mean.
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A few years ago, a bunch of familiar faces shot a movie, called Kill Me Now, written by and starring Michael Swaim, (the guy from all of those funny Michael Swaim videos, including this one, which I wrote!). The movie was shot by Abe and features Nick Mundy, (Team Tiger Awesome), Jacob Reed,…
Something about don’t judge the fan by the fandom. Or is it don’t judge the fandom by the fan? Oh well.
Mega Man Reimagined
Realistic takes on the Blue Bomber and Six Robot Masters by Edgar Gómez.
Buy: Mega Man: Official Complete Works
Check it: More Mega Man freshnessprepare for a swarm of illustrations.
will update art blog soon. maybe… not…
Holy p o o o o o p
Yeah.
;_; This is beauty.
I read this sentence today.
Also, remember that muffins are usually better when you put them in the microwave for like 20 seconds!
I tried to pack a box with light
Fixed flaps tightly, sealed with wax
Wrapped with tape and latched as if the
Crate contained a treasure map.
Splintered rays escaped and danced
Through the gloom, twitching like
A diarist’s jellyfish fist as it
Recounts some shameful…
Unreal language coming from a totally lame dude.