June 3, 2012 • 81,061 notes • graffitilab
wemakethiswhatitis: Buddha at Ngyen Khag Taktsang Monastery Sick sight!

wemakethiswhatitis:

Buddha at Ngyen Khag Taktsang Monastery

Sick sight!

June 3, 2012 • 8,668 notes • spuffina

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June 3, 2012 • 37,795 notes • ohno789

pigeonletters:

wilwheaton:

laughterkey:

danielleosaurus-rex:

Cards Against Humanity is a party game for horrible people.

Unlike most of the party games you’ve played before, Cards Against Humanity is as despicable and awkward as you and your friends.

The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a Black Card, and everyone else answers with their funniest White Card.


And it is distributed under a Creative Commons license, meaning it is not only free to play, but remixing, and changing the game are more than just encouraged.

The official hard copy has been sold out for a while now, but a PDF of all the cards, and instructions distributed by the creators for making your own deck can be found here.

You’re welcome, and enjoy!

#omg it’s like angsty apples to apples

NO NO NO OKAY THIS GAME IS ACTUALLY THE BEST REAL TALK

I love this idea and I want this very badly.

Best game ever. I cannot recommend it enough.  

CAH?

FOREVER REBLOG.

I can’t even, this is perfection in so many ways.

May 22, 2012

engineering

I should probably remind myself

look here i’ll take a note

to write out the equation

the function they never wrote.

where x and y are pretty stable

they depend on what you see

but both are tied by something vague

we’d call that variable z

•

x and y are two things

that we wish would balance out

they’re: What-you-want and what-you-give

through the life that you live out

•

and z is just some spot within You

where you can place the scales

that part’ll keep the both sides steady

as long as your ship sails.

May 10, 2012
One day
Fr away
Dear people we’ll find our end
And our only choice
Will be a machine
That’ll bring us back ‘round again.
Back to beginning
To live on old earth
And meet the first populus
Before our birth
Before our lives
We’ll meet those that were before us
Then we would battle
Steel dragons and wizards
And nuclear fire would burn in the mist
The prehistoric remnants
would Smolder and smoke
As a sign of two ages that kissed.
.
And maybe yeah maybe
from that battle we’re born
as the children of two times that met
And that ‘Adam and Eve’ is the one point of bliss in the infinite cycle we haven’t yet left.
May 10, 2012

Things lately…

Do you speak human? I can’t tell if you’re a robot.

I wish I had structure to go with any knowledge.

I forgot how to speak out loud lately.

I haven’t been out of bed lately.

Life’s vanilla soft lately.

These things lately…

April 29, 2012

Reality

Listen, maybe reality television is our society’s way of trying to join our life with the fantasy of television. Look at the youth that’s on the shows, they’ve grown up with the tv. Maybe there is a beautiful chance of joining life and art to someone. Someday. What would your reality be?

April 12, 2012 • 1 note
oh dear
suddenly i feel a bit alive
like i woke up in the middle of the night
and jumped out of bed and ran into the room
“i’m almost ready lets go lets go”
but no one is there really
but man do i feel it
yes
but oh god
if i fall back asleep
will i be gone forever again?
is this how it’s going to be?
it’s not bad.
i feel so alive
so very alive
but only for seconds it seems
how many seconds will it be this time?
god i’m nervous
like i was drifting in the lukewarm stinking waters of glum
when suddenly a shiver
and a chill
as my foot finds clean fresh water
and the stars shine for a bit
oh god it’s nice and clear and fresh
i can see i can breathe
oh please don’t make me go back
god please don’t make me go back.
January 26, 2012
i changed it slightly again
meerp
i like doing that
it’s like making a clay statue
i start with a block of text
and then i slowly chip away
add a bit there
mhm and there
and in the end
im left sometimes with something
January 26, 2012

ready set go sleep

452 PM
L: write one about
your room
R: my room?
darling what do you want me to say about my room?
it's only where i sleep
but oh
the sleep
L: readyyy go
R: do you know how much goes on in that sleep?
thank god my ceilings are tall
and my windows high
can it even fit?
the things that stream non stop from mind
they fill the cracks and scrape the walls
they spill from drawers
they shuffle books
they hang from hooks
they slip in socks
and wedge within
my tarnished locks
and in that moment
that moment i awake
i feel them tremble and they shake
and hide between the freehand lines
of my sweet blurred imagination
they hide in fear
afraid of falling
falling ill of my creation
•
but at times
when my eyes are open
and glowing in the perfect dark
they appear in stillness
that lives just moments before that leap
the jump of galaxies that comes with sleep
they drift
they fall down from the ceiling
oh darling
darling what a feeling
they fall like snow upon my eyes
and fill my heart
my heart it dies
and then
just like my fear to wake
i realize reality's at stake
i grasp i gasp for lighting day
and wonder
•
i wonder
as these fall upon me now....
as these specks of glitter grow
why do i never see this in the day?
why are my thoughts filled with all but they/
why do i not reside in dreams
why do i not
•
and silently
without warning
without breath of meadow brush
to that land i quietly rush
and soon forget
oh it is all forgotten
darling
so soon forgotten!
my blossom tell me
why do we fall from earth to earth
why does it happen so to us?
we burst out through that heavy birth
yet always forget the land that was?
-Raimis Kazlauskas
L: haha
R: lol
not bad for ichat poetry
but
there were like.... puases in my mind
cept all in a row on the screen it doesnt have much rhythm
L: you should take a screen shot of it
R: maybe ill copy it and then add the missing thoughts in later
January 23, 2012
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January 22, 2012 • 1 note
i’ve tried to be dangerous.
i’ve tried to be fantastic.
hot heavy fast
down dirty base
i’ve been so many people
god dammit i tried
but I’m sure You’ve never seen
the ghost side of my face.
yes i’ve solved with my mind
(it can be fast just you watch)
and i played some in love
gave deep tissue of heart
but god
somebody
somebody listen
as i shout from the deep
as i shine through the smogs of the dark.
•
None of it is me
that shines upon my skin
this body’s too large
and i feel i’m too thin
i’m somewhere far below
a whisper shh hidden
and god i’m so quiet
god i’m so quiet.
•
i never grew up
i never grew out
i’ve been here all along
a boy left asleep on the bus.
that boy steps hard right soft left
and will stop singing if you hear his song
and i balance on things
and walk along
and look at the ground
and i stare at the stars
but ugh im doing it all
closed in this huge body
one covered in boils
body of boils and scars.
and i can’t
i can’t make it any longer
yes i wish you’d just slap me awake
cuz it’s hard when you reach
down into my eyes
and don’t see
the small soul that’s at stake.
January 22, 2012

Boiling Muck

it felt so natural

it felt so real

that i simply assumed you were all lying

lying when you made it seem like you never feel this way.

January 21, 2012
hey buddy
you made a big effin mistake by callin it “cliché”
oh yeah yeah it HAAAD to end with that condescending “ay”
well buddy here’s what’s up
here’s what im gonna say
you’ve got em runnin round
sweatin
you got em swirlin like turds
spending all their brain juice
stringin spankin’ new words
well i tell ya
tell ya now
you’re a fat fackin cow
cuz.
it takes double the time
to find a new way
to say half the shizz
we already knew how to say.
January 18, 2012
in the quiet and the dark
we sipped poison together.
oh you know just a fantastic drink.
but this time my sentences came out too fast and hers
hers were in a different language.
and so we sipped,
both deciding what this means.
•
this means shit doesn’t it.
god fucking dammit don’t talk to me anymore.
but it wasn’t time to leave the room yet,
so i took another sip.
AHAHHAHAH don’t worry it’s just a mistake in dialogue
a miscommunication don’t ya know?
oh.
•
the glass has a hardened bit of chewed food on the rim
I avoid it
and I sip
•
she plays a song that i dont know
but my head moves along
it’s not really listening so it doesn’t matter
at this point im thinking too hard trying not to think
but it’s too late isn’t it.
too much thought put into this night.
•
bye
bye
should i throw this out?
no just leave it.