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thegoodvybe

A persons energy can tell you more about them than their words.

Keith Sweat (via thegoodvybe)

horribledrawingsofmylife

nebelzeit

beenoman

8bitrevolver

Retro Game Room Version 2 I needed to patch the walls and paint, so I thought I might as well change it all up.

23 different consoles and handhelds, about 450 old games. Framemeister xrgb-mini upscaler so it doesn’t look bad on a new tv, handmade custom MAME cabinet, and a fuzzy chair and fuzzy carpet :)

A lot of work, and a lifetime of collecting!

fujicucumber

And no girlfriend

8bitrevolver

In an incredible plot twist, I’m actually someone’s wife.

thegentlemangamer-deactivated20

blvckgeezus

Reblogging for that gif

thetrippytrip

This is so true and so sad

bob-belcher

Video: Comedian ‘Reads’ Hilarious Fake Books on the NYC Subway

weloveshortvideos

Baby gorilla chest pounds for the first time

reallifeishorror

The Café (or Cabaret) de L’Enfer was a Hell themed, 19th century Café in Paris.

Supposedly upon approaching the doors, which were double and wooden with a gaping devils mouth baring its fangs looming from above, a doorsman clad in a Satan costume would bellow: “Enter and be damned!”

Once inside patrons would sit at small black tables, under a low, arched ceiling with plaster cast demons reaching down at them, their faces screaming and snarling.

The wait staff and bar tenders would be dressed in apt attire and would serve drinks with dangerous and devilish names.

illegalmeese

In McDonough, New York there’s a small cemetery where 8 year old Merritt Beardsley was buried in 1865. The boy’s request to his father was that he wanted a window in his grave because he was scared of the dark. So while building the young boy’s grave his father left a small opening with a pane of glass for the morning sun to shine into. Today few people visit the grave, but those that do leave toys for Merritt to play with. The full folklore story can be found here. Growing up in that area I was also told of the story of a man in the 1970s breaking the glass, stealing Merritt’s skull, painting it orange, and placing it on the front of the bike. He died shortly after in an accident, afterwards the skull was placed back in the grave and the glass replaced. @sixpenceee