check out this new keyboard i bought
HOW RICH ARE YOU
The keyboard was only like $60 dude
THE FUCKING KEYBOARD IS 60 DOLLARS TOO
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
OH MY GOD
I’M TALKING ABOUT YOUR ENTIRE DESK
The desk cost me like $75 from Ikea
ONE is enough
but you have to go and get THREE moniters
why do you need THREE moniters
Are you really not gonna mention it?
Really? Are you all blind?
The door mat is off centre
I really hate these posts with really weird ass pictures and a bunch of people adding comments pointing out normal shit… I mean for real guys? Are we really just gonna ignore the fact that this person has a floor fan facing AWAY for their desk?
They probably use the fan to blow the heat away from their computer. Are we not going to talk about the really interesting part of this picture? I mean seriously. They have an epic ass star wars poster and you guys are commenting on some mundane shit.
damn that’s a lot of dildos
So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.
Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
Hold on…I want a guy with really low balls and a long dick to sit there. Aw yiss.
Tumblr ladies and gents.
To me, this post might be just as important as the bible.
One of my classes. My elderly teacher taught us this because he really cared about books.
Why does no one teach us these things anymore?
I get so uppity when someone breaks the binding on my books.
I’m just a terrible person and the first thing I do with big books is break the binding.
This needs to be reblogged. Just in case this manages to reach someone who might in the future borrow a book of mine, and who might otherwise bring my wrath down upon them by mistreating said book.
If you crack the spine of my books, i crack the spine in your body.
Important to know if you want to be my friend.