every night before bed instead of meditating or praying, I sit perfectly still for a while trying to blow that guy up with my mind
if we all start trying and it happens, we’ll never know which one of us has psychic powers and I kind of like that
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every night before bed instead of meditating or praying, I sit perfectly still for a while trying to blow that guy up with my mind
if we all start trying and it happens, we’ll never know which one of us has psychic powers and I kind of like that
“If Latin America had not been pillaged by the U.S. capital since its independence, millions of desperate workers would not now be coming here in such numbers to reclaim a share of that wealth; and if the United States is today the world’s richest nation, it is in part because of the sweat and blood of the copper workers of Chile, the tin miners of Bolivia, the fruit pickers of Guatemala and Honduras, the cane cutters of Cuba, the oil workers of Venezuela and Mexico, the pharmaceutical workers of Puerto Rico, the ranch hands of Costa Rica and Argentina, the West Indians who died building the Panama Canal, and the Panamanians who maintained it.”
— Juan Gonzalez, Harvest of Empire: A History of Latinos in America (via katelouisepowell)
"what would you do in this situation?"
i would sell airbrushed tshirts of spongebob smoking weed at the oceanfront
imagine begging and pleading to bomb Iran for decades, finally getting the war you've spent your whole career creaming your pants over, losing immediately, and then dying out of nowhere
I want to see the vampire who lives in this. I bet his name is Chad or Hunter.
And he's ready to crack open a boy with the cold ones.
Not the crabs I’d thought I’d be posting
that is actually my main principle of explicit fic is that the personalities stay On during sex.
The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.
oh my fucking god
RIP bozo status pending
as per my last straw,
as per my last straw,
Everyone go look up the song nasa banned from space
Don't forget to play it loud as fuck
please….listen to the whole thing. And imagine that you are IN SPACE in 1973 and you JUST woke up. Every time you adjust…it escalates somehow.
This song had to be designed in a lab for the sole purpose of fucking with astronauts. whoever added it to the NASA playlist was a genius.
It took them two tries to ban it?
"what if someone regrets transitioning" if you are 18 or over in free country usa you can walk into any tattoo parlor and ask for a tattoo that will be on your body forever and ever and ever and they will give it to you with the understanding that if you dont like the result or you regret it later that's your fucking problem and not theirs