DC Pierson: I was checking out at Trader Joe’s. I was wearing my Google...

dcpierson:

I was checking out at Trader Joe’s. I was wearing my Google t-shirt.

The older check-out lady said, “Wasn’t Google on the Internet yesterday?”

"… It’s always on the Internet," I said, maybe too affronted for someone that has no personal or financial stake in Google.

"No, not Google,” she said….

thrashgrl:

same

thrashgrl:

same

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paulftompkins:

"One day you children shall know disappointment, pain and betrayal, and then all of your standing ovations will be as ironic as mine." #sytycd

paulftompkins:

"One day you children shall know disappointment, pain and betrayal, and then all of your standing ovations will be as ironic as mine." #sytycd

kyssthis16:

sapphrikah:

ernestinewadsworth:

aliciaaadanielle:

particleb0red:

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shouts out to them

fuck

This is amazing. I never saw people decorate their caps until this year, and this one takes the entire fucking cake. Kudos.

Get into this Student Debt Realness. Yeah…. I know these feelz.

kyssthis16:

sapphrikah:

ernestinewadsworth:

aliciaaadanielle:

particleb0red:

(Credit: hxdbzxy via Shutterstock/Salon)

shouts out to them

fuck

This is amazing. I never saw people decorate their caps until this year, and this one takes the entire fucking cake. Kudos.

Get into this Student Debt Realness. Yeah…. I know these feelz.

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fuckyouverymuch:

We are thirsty.

fuckyouverymuch:

We are thirsty.

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Matt Kirshen's Brand New Tumblr Page: The Onion, The Outrage

mattkirshen:

There’s a fun joke my friends and I sometimes do and it’s one you can do too. The butt of the joke is the nicest one in your group; trust me, you know who that person is. They’ll also never know it’s happened, because what you do is wait until they’ve just left the party, or the bar, or the car…

DC Pierson: "Things Change"

dcpierson:

Yo, thing on a tiny screen that I also check my e-mail on, that I’m only half-paying attention to because I’m also chatting with my roommate here in this fully lit room and also periodically clicking over to Facebook, enchant me the way my grandfather was enchanted by something on a literal…

"…You have no power over me."

"…You have no power over me."

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Shmart

For a while I was following this dude who posted cool artsy stuff - paintings, photography, gallery installations. He’s not an artist, just an enthusiast. All the posts were fascinating, but after a while, for some reason, it just became annoying to me. I’d log on and there’d be some original modern sculpture by a protégée, or crazy avant-garde photos from an exotic place. Brilliant things, but dealt out en masse, like fast food, like Halloween candy. Too much of it. Who the fuck are you? Are you really able to appreciate it all, wading through tons of content in order to post 3-5 astounding things a day? The blog started to seem pretentious and overstimulating. I feet like it was desensitizing me to greatness. So I unfollowed. I’m a pleasure rationer. Art shmart.