amorremanet:

streetlight-spam:

streetlight-spam:

streetlight-spam:

streetlight-spam:

streetlight-spam:

it’s monday i’m in the labyrinth

it’s tuesday i’m in the evil lab

it’s wednesday i’m in the time loop

it’s thursday i’m in the medieval torture apparatus

🌸it’s friday i’m in love🌸

#I don’t care for Monday’s maze #Tuesday Wednesday time-loop haze #Thursday in the rack’s embrace #It’s Friday I’m in love (via @hartshorn-and-isinglass)

keystonewarrior:

junkdrawerbrain:

notpedeka:

retropopcult:

Tower Records, Tacoma Washington, 1978

That book above the No Smoking sign was the ONLY way to find out who sang a certain song or figure out the name of a song from the first line unless you walked around asking everyone you met if they knew the song or had the album liner notes in front of you.

The books were actually pretty hard to find in most record shops. When I was in high school we had to road trip an hour away to find a shop that had one. We would go in with notebooks full of random song lyrics and take physical notes to bring back to other people.

History can be fun and not depressing.

rated-a-for-awesome:

every time i see someone call kirk and spock the oldest ship, i’m filled with the urge to go “hmm actually the holmes and watson girlies have been here for a hundred years now”, and i refrain because i know the natural conclusion of this game is gilgamesh and enkidu

suratan-zir:

Today, Ukraine became the first. The first country in the world against which an intercontinental ballistic missile was used.

let’s goooo незламний народе
first in everything amirite
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no one cares

I don’t care what you say. This is the harsh truth. No one gives a fuck if our nation lives or dies.

To use intercontinental missile to strike Dnipro. That’s gotta be the most ridiculously expensive temper tantrum ever.

UPDATE: putin said that russia attacked Ukraine with the “newest” medium-range ballistic missile “Oreshnik”

foldingfittedsheets:

My douchey coworker started a story by being like, “You know Mr. Beast?”

And honest to god, I don’t, but I suspect if this coworker likes him then I wouldn’t care for him. I had the unparalleled pleasure of going, “The moldy cheese guy?”

That was the only thing I knew associated with the name.

Fully derailed him. He was absolutely baffled and stopped to google the moldy cheese scandal. So thank you tumblr, for sharing about the moldy cheese so I didn’t have to listen to that anecdote.