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canttuchthis:

sotheresthat:

nevver:

Drinking is bad, feelings are worse.

It’s a mold for a wedge of ice for the greatest looking whiskey situation ever. Allow me to take this moment to remind everyone of my upcoming November birthday…

i already have spheres, why can’t i have wedges too?

This is pretty awesome. May need to add it to the Potential Gifts list.

canttuchthis:

sotheresthat:

nevver:

Drinking is bad, feelings are worse.

It’s a mold for a wedge of ice for the greatest looking whiskey situation ever. Allow me to take this moment to remind everyone of my upcoming November birthday…

i already have spheres, why can’t i have wedges too?

This is pretty awesome. May need to add it to the Potential Gifts list.

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1. At an early age, you start hating yourself. Often it’s because you were abused, or just grew up in a broken home, or were rejected socially, or maybe you were just weird or fat or … whatever. You’re not like the other kids, the other kids don’t seem to like you, and you can usually detect that by age 5 or so.

2. At some point, usually at a very young age, you did something that got a laugh from the room. You made a joke or fell down or farted, and you realized for the first time that you could get a positive reaction that way. Not genuine love or affection, mind you, just a reaction — one that is a step up from hatred and a thousand steps up from invisibility. One you could control.

3. You soon learned that being funny builds a perfect, impenetrable wall around you — a buffer that keeps anyone from getting too close and realizing how much you suck. The more you hate yourself, the stronger you need to make the barrier and the further you have to push people away. In other words, the better you have to be at comedy.

4. In your formative years, you wind up creating a second, false you — a clown that can go out and represent you, outside the barrier. The clown is always joking, always “on,” always drawing all of the attention in order to prevent anyone from poking away at the barrier and finding the real person behind it. The clown is the life of the party, the classroom joker, the guy up on stage — as different from the “real” you as possible. Again, the goal is to create distance.

You do it because if people hate the clown, who cares? That’s not the real you. So you’re protected.

But the side effect is that if people love the clown … well, you know the truth. You know how different it’d be if they met the real you.

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From David Wong’s “Robin Williams and Why Funny People Kill Themselves,” on Cracked. Definitely worth a read. (via katangus)

(via annetdonahue)

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zodiacscope:

♋ More Signs Here ♋


This is me, spot on. Every single sentence.

zodiacscope:

♋ More Signs Here ♋

This is me, spot on. Every single sentence.

(Source: zodiacscope, via spycnsweet)

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Lauren Bacall. Eternal hottie.

Lauren Bacall. Eternal hottie.

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"A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do."

— Lisa Kleypas  (via aminaabramovic)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via proof)

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whiskeysoaked:

 

Eric Cahan

1. Palm Beach, FL, Sunset 6:33pm

2. North Sea Harbor, NY, Sunset 7:51pm

3. San Francisco Bay, CA, Sunset 7:33pm

4. Stevens Cove, Block Island, RI , Sunset 7:41pm

5. Pacific Heights, San Francisco, CA , Sunrise 6:35am

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There was once a time in my life when my days were centered around this pool. I’d subsist on sno cones and bar food. When the day’s success was measured on how crisp my tan lines were and how much I’d made waiting tables that night. A lot has changed, but some hasn’t. I still bring an extra towel for my head. I’ll always pause at the edge, wondering if the painfully refreshing dive in really is necessary, despite my dripping with sweat. And the day I won’t be easily entertained purely by people watching and listening to their conversations is the day that I’ll know I’m dead.

There was once a time in my life when my days were centered around this pool. I’d subsist on sno cones and bar food. When the day’s success was measured on how crisp my tan lines were and how much I’d made waiting tables that night. A lot has changed, but some hasn’t. I still bring an extra towel for my head. I’ll always pause at the edge, wondering if the painfully refreshing dive in really is necessary, despite my dripping with sweat. And the day I won’t be easily entertained purely by people watching and listening to their conversations is the day that I’ll know I’m dead.

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phe-nomenal:

Julien Fournié Fall 2014 Haute Couture

phe-nomenal:

Julien Fournié Fall 2014 Haute Couture

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In the words of @treyt03 “that cat doesn’t give a fuck about foil.” Any other recommendations for keeping #messimonster off our dining room furniture?

In the words of @treyt03 “that cat doesn’t give a fuck about foil.” Any other recommendations for keeping #messimonster off our dining room furniture?

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