Why hello there.

I don’t remember why I made this.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME: Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

graceofnine:

To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of “definiteness”, of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most…

If super heroes were hipsters.

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ilovecharts:

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Mzungu is the Swahili word for “Person of European Descent.” I could not find the source of this chart. Does anybody know?

ilovecharts:

via Kurt White

Mzungu is the Swahili word for “Person of European Descent.” I could not find the source of this chart. Does anybody know?

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falseinnocence:

pillsandashes:

fallingforjoy:

majicthatistrajic:

randomsoliloquies:

allieeefaceee:

me laugh :)






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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHA.

falseinnocence:

pillsandashes:

fallingforjoy:

majicthatistrajic:

randomsoliloquies:

allieeefaceee:

me laugh :)

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHA.

graceofnine:

fuckyeahamylee:

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I love her.

Lonely Conversations

Twilight turns to midnight over a bar in Nowhere, Nevada. People with nothing to live for and no one to love walk in in the evening and stumble out in the early morning. Coyotes howl their lonely condolences to the patrons of the smoke-filled, dried-up watering hole. There’s little to remind a man that their lives were once worth living, but Hell, everyone needs a place to die. In the corner sits a widow, trying to find the life she once knew at the bottom of a bottle of whisky. She dreads the hour she must walk back home and crawl into her bed alone, so she’ll just sit there, talking to the darkness and laughing like the Devil at a memory that never took place. But that’s just fine, since no one’s listening but the silence. And it doesn’t care either way.