Ramblings

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[trenchphotos1]

This supercell wasn’t around for too long before it dissipated, but it was a pretty little thing while around. I don’t say this too often, but I think I like the photo I took with my phone better.  At least you can get a sense of the storm’s size.  Here I was so focused on getting that damn barn in the shot, I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. 

[nubbsgalore]

film of a tornado emerging from the wall cloud of a supercell in south dakota. a supercell is a severe thunderstorm with a deep rotating updraft. most tornados are associated with supercell thunderstorms, the largest, most severe class of single cell thunderstorms. 

a tornado is created when the cooler downdraft of rear midlevel winds combine with the updraft of warm, moist and horizontally spinning surface level winds, which condense into a funnel as they’re drawn upward into what is called the mesocyclone. (video)

[free-old-time-radio]

Old radios by sébastien amiet;l

[just-shower-thoughts]

Most people’s last thought before the end of the world would be “huh, why’s the WiFi down?”

[loadocean]

[stonedscorpio2bh]

Happy grinder is a full grinder

[poemswords]

[beepbeepbeepbeep-deactivated202]

After I tweeted this, Coldstone contacted me and agreed to donate $10,000 to Inner City Arts. I just received word from Inner City Arts that the payment has gone through. I’m glad Coldstone did the right thing!

[lovelysuggestions]

You are my home. The space on your chest where my head fits perfectly is home. Your smell, your voice, your eyes. They’re all home. My heart is with you, and they say home is where the heart is right?

[stickyfrogs]

Barry is still hungry! SO IS WANDA!

[latenights]

i think it’s cute when someone texts you after hanging out just to say they had fun with you, idk little things like that mean the world to me

[in-nominae-satanas]

I'm guessing you're anti SJW/snowflake? Me too girl

Most definitely, people are way too fucking sensitive nowadays. Everything’s a trigger, jokes can’t be jokes, feminism has gone fucking wild and is making women look bad. It’s a good thing the world is probably going to get blown to shit soon, because half of these little fucks would have no idea how to actually live in it. The post-apocalypse would be natural selection at its finest. Suck my safe space.

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[columbine--imagines]

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[thesublimekush]

💚 puff, puff, pass 💚

[love]

via pinterest

[historicaltimes]

NYC Grand Central Terminal, 1941 - photo by John Collier.

via reddit

[effulgentpoet]

thrilling days of yesteryear (a moodboard for every radio show i love)

INNER SANCTUM

The early 1940s programs opened with Raymond Edward Johnson introducing himself as “Your host, Raymond” in a mockingly sardonic voice. A spooky melodramatic organ score punctuated Raymond’s many morbid jokes and playful puns. Raymond’s closing was an elongated “Pleasant dreeeeaams, hmmmmm?” His tongue-in-cheek style and ghoulish relish of his own tales became the standard for many such horror narrators to follow. Beginning in 1945, Lipton Tea sponsored the series, pairing first Raymond and then McGrath with cheery commercial spokeswoman Mary Bennett, whose blithesome pitches for Lipton Tea contrasted sharply with the macabre themes of the stories. She primly chided the host for his trademark dark humor and creepy manner. The program’s familiar and famed audio trademark was the eerie creaking door which opened and closed the broadcasts. Its campy comedy notwithstanding, the stories were usually effective little chillers, mixing horror and humor in equal doses. Memorable episodes included “Terror by Night” and an adaptation of “The Tell-Tale Heart”. 

[free-old-time-radio]

Old radios by sébastien amiet;l