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I'm Jack. I live in MA. Music. Bruins. Art. Bikes. Animals. Science. Straightedge.

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sigmarikz:

certaflyably:

thirstingaintdead:

Top 3 phrases that’ll create sexual tension

  1. "Make me",
  2. "oh really",
  3. "is that so"

"prove it"

"What’s in it for me?"

"The Black Death was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history, resulting in the deaths of an estimated 75 to 200 million people and peaking in Europe in the years 1348–50 CE."

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stargates:

why is this so hard

holy fuck

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acexlove:

one of the greatest pixar moments; a family thats ok with you coming 2nd 

they were hiding their identities as superheros not making a statement

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fuckeverythingandsociety:

In the 70’s they blamed the Dobermans. In the 80’s the German Shepherds. In the 90’s they blamed the Rottweilers. Now they blame Pit bulls. The animal is not to blame it’s the owner. There’s no such thing as a bad dog just a bad owner. Dogs don’t organize dog fights. Dogs don’t profit off dog fights. Dogs are the victims here. Seems like these days the victim is always blamed. Stop being ignorant. And stop the people who are organizing dog fights. Don’t blame the dog. Blame the person behind the dog.

fuckeverythingandsociety:

In the 70’s they blamed the Dobermans. In the 80’s the German Shepherds. In the 90’s they blamed the Rottweilers. Now they blame Pit bulls. The animal is not to blame it’s the owner. There’s no such thing as a bad dog just a bad owner. Dogs don’t organize dog fights. Dogs don’t profit off dog fights. Dogs are the victims here. Seems like these days the victim is always blamed. Stop being ignorant. And stop the people who are organizing dog fights. Don’t blame the dog. Blame the person behind the dog.

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Complete Bobs Burgers set

boldxwillxhold:

Complete Bobs Burgers set

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did-you-kno:

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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

My brother bought this real fucking sword and I’m terrified by it. I  imagine myself or him accidentally slicing arteries by playing with it.
I’ve had nightmares

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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

My brother bought this real fucking sword and I’m terrified by it. I  imagine myself or him accidentally slicing arteries by playing with it.

I’ve had nightmares

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Room 11. Hover House. South Hobart. Australia. photos (c) Room 11

A compact house on a tight budget, designed for a growing family’s first home.

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wherewilltheducksgo:

im poor ill try it

ooohhh i have to try this

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