The Wuggly Ump

anneyhall:

“Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that’s what makes it so boring.”

Edward Gorey

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ren-ne-rei:

a bunch of quick color studies, reffed from random things I picked off my dashboard

you can click through for original sizes, if you’re interested in messy brushwork 

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• finish psychology exam
• pick up medication
• doodle
• get drunk

joshishollywood:

I really love strips like this because it seriously blurred the lines between Calvin’s fantasy world and the reality his parents experienced

Imagination is such a powerful and wonderful thing and I really love how Calvin’s was so important to him and so intrinsic to his personality that it actually caused problems for him

See here’s the thing about Calvin and Hobbes

It’s not important to discern whether or not these things actually happened, they happened in Calvin’s eyes and that’s all that really matters

Which is something that whichever asshole made this fake strip and called it the last Calvin and Hobbes failed so dramatically to understand

For the record, that wasn’t the last strip at all, this was

And it was absolutely perfect

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Cat Pack (by OlanRogers)

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saltskinned:

mothernaturenetwork:

One home to rule them all
Step inside (watch your head) a Hobbit-esque “Low-Impact Woodland Home” built in Wales for under $5,000.

so cheap

I think. I think yesterday the prozac finally started working.

And I just feel like. Good. Like my body was made out of butterflies.

But in a more normal sort of way, and less of an insects-within-my-flesh sort of way.

I don’t get crazy anxiety attacks walking around in crowds, and I got my appetite more or less back, and I can sleep WHENEVER I WANT NOW.

I took four naps yesterday. Just because I could.

I mean, it’s not like I’m skipping down the street or anything. But I just feel like everything is just. Normal. and manageable. And I haven’t randomly cried in FOUR DAYS. And I don’t even feel like randomly crying! Not even a bit.

And this weekend is going to be a RAD weekend, with rad friends, and then next year I’m transferring schools because I am RAD. 

when you are nineteen you walk into a room with great big boots and smudged eyeliner and

spend literary theory biting your pen in the direction of

a boy who tells you he identifies with holden caulfield, as though that makes him someone real 

corrects the way you say gabriel garcia marquez

and when you lay with him in bed you swear your legs are growing

pushing over the edge of his twin sized bed and when you

show him your breasts and your hips and the stretchmark on your right leg

fucking is the same as forgetting and the mirror looks back at you and smiles softly in defeat

there is acidic breath against your neck and milk white down your chest and

your mother calls you in october and you tell her about

the clubs you didn’t join and the friends you haven’t made and she sighs into the phone and you hear a splash and she says

“well i’m just taking a bath, we miss you here” 

and you know that she does and you suddenly miss her too much to tell her the truth so you tell her to pet the dog for you and curl up in a bathroom stall while the other girls brush their teeth and wait for morning and

you feel a great tearing

and your stomach pushing over the top of your new jeans

and there is nothing in your heart except a longing

to fling open the metal door

and see yourself standing there

happy, and loved, and free 

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poptartslutzz:

today work was so boring that i repeated “anal fissures” over and over in various funny voices until i got to go home

employee of the month

ANAL FISSURES.

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