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Michonne’s Story 

didyouknowblog2:

Walking Dead’s Michonne had her origin story published in Playboy explaining who the two chained up walkers she kept as pets were.




"Escucha siempre con atención, las palabras que dicen las mujeres mientras son folladas. Si no hablan, bien, entonces no tienes nada que escuchar y probablemente no tendrás nada que pensar, pero si hablan, aunque sólo sea un murmullo, escucha sus palabras y piensa en ellas, piensa en su significado, piensa en lo que dicen y que no dicen, intenta comprender qué es lo que en realidad quieren decir.
Las mujeres son putas asesinas, son monos ateridos de frío que contemplan el horizonte desde un árbol enfermo, son princesas que te buscan en la oscuridad, llorando, indagando las palabras que nunca podrán decir." - Roberto Bolaño. Putas Asesinas. (via cynbuzz)




sadhottie:

americans are more likely statistically to get killed by a police officer than a terrorist. 
let me repeat, you’re more likely to die from the hands of a police officer than a terrorist as an american.

this cannot sink in enough.




bobbycaputo:

On Earth Day, These Photos Remind Us Just How Little We Know Of The Planet We Call Home

Happy Earth Day! Every year on April 22, the world celebrates this amazingly diverse planet we call home, focusing on ways to protect it from the often destructive practices of its human inhabitants. While many of these efforts focus on the conservation of Earth’s most fragile habitats, we frequently forget just how extreme and alien-like our own planet can be. The photos below showcase Earth’s unbelievably varying landscapes and remind us that we often live our lives confined only to a minuscule part of this amazing planet.

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odinsblog:

#MyNYPD




sixpenceee:

There once was a man. A happy man who lived a happy life in the happiest world. But he felt something was missing. A hole in his heart that couldn’t be filled. One day, on his way to a happy day at work, he saw a homeless beggar, waggling a finger at him. He approached the beggar, and the beggar handed him a key.
"This key is a very special key. Once you find the door it unlocks, you will have everything you will ever need. A perfect woman, perfect household, perfect family. I have been there many, MANY times and have been satisfied with what I have found. They gave me food, shelter and happiness. Pleasure. All when the man of the house was away. You look like you need a get away, so take it."
The beggar walked away without another word, leaving the man to his own. He held the key, and with his greed he walked away. Away from work, away from family, all to find what door it unlocked. In a month, he lost his job. Within 5, he had lost his family. Within a year, he had lost everything. But still he looked, hoping to find the door it unlocked. But never did he find it.
He went back to his old household one day, tired and sad, and he looked on to the dilapidated house in the corner of the street. His house. He saw the door. And got curious. He walked up to the door, hand shaking, and put in the key.
To his dismay, it clicked.

sixpenceee:

There once was a man. A happy man who lived a happy life in the happiest world. But he felt something was missing. A hole in his heart that couldn’t be filled. One day, on his way to a happy day at work, he saw a homeless beggar, waggling a finger at him. He approached the beggar, and the beggar handed him a key.

"This key is a very special key. Once you find the door it unlocks, you will have everything you will ever need. A perfect woman, perfect household, perfect family. I have been there many, MANY times and have been satisfied with what I have found. They gave me food, shelter and happiness. Pleasure. All when the man of the house was away. You look like you need a get away, so take it."

The beggar walked away without another word, leaving the man to his own. He held the key, and with his greed he walked away. Away from work, away from family, all to find what door it unlocked. In a month, he lost his job. Within 5, he had lost his family. Within a year, he had lost everything. But still he looked, hoping to find the door it unlocked. But never did he find it.

He went back to his old household one day, tired and sad, and he looked on to the dilapidated house in the corner of the street. His house. He saw the door. And got curious. He walked up to the door, hand shaking, and put in the key.

To his dismay, it clicked.







czechthecount:

Lions Gate Bridge

czechthecount:

Lions Gate Bridge




carlosopolar:

ilianation:

No tengo.


Quisiera

carlosopolar:

ilianation:

No tengo.

Quisiera







"If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you." - (via hopelesslyhealing)