Inima-Nespus

"End the planet in a Holocaust"

thoughtsofalexvause:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”
Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.
The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.
That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.
One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”
“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.
“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.
I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

Omfg fUCKING HUMAN

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thoughtsofalexvause:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN

Omfg fUCKING HUMAN

Reblogged from peachteaandmenthol

lizdexia:

OH MY GOD LOOKIT YOUR LITTLE STUBS, KITTY, YOU BARELY KNOW WHAT THEY DO, YOU ARE SO CUTE I’M GONNA HAVE TO KISS YOUR TUMMY NOW

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(Source: dandycapp)

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(Source: lost-in-dreamsxx)

things i like (as demonstrated by jensen ackles)

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friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman:

  • the jaw thing:

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  • the bicep thing:

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  • the arm thing:

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  • the back thing:

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  • the hip thing:

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  • the hip bone thing:

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  • the shoulder thing:

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  • the perky nipples thing:

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  • the butt thing:

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  • the tummy thing:

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  • the boob bouncing thing:

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  • the bowlegs thing:

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  • the whatever this thing is:

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{Jared Version} {Misha Version}

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floozys:

parental figure: “sit like a lady”

me:

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timothydelaghetto:

mybodymyblog:

poeticallyflowing:

Carefree black girl. She fine. As hell.

This was so entertaining. I need her.

Aww.. that was fun. Almost poetic. You can’t help but smile watching this. 

(Source: epiphanyoftheophania)

fandom-lair:

wedrinkmoriartea:

simonjadis:

callmeoutis:

secretlifeofageekygirl:

The amount of notes concerns me

i’m more concerned about the fact that this orange is still on the loose he could kill again at any time

the newspapers give this notorious killer a nickname
much to the dismay of the lead detective


BLOOD ORANGE OH MY GOD I’M CRYING

i cRY THIS IS AMAZING

Reblogged from daydreammilk-genocide

fandom-lair:

wedrinkmoriartea:

simonjadis:

callmeoutis:

secretlifeofageekygirl:

The amount of notes concerns me

i’m more concerned about the fact that this orange is still on the loose he could kill again at any time

the newspapers give this notorious killer a nickname

much to the dismay of the lead detective

BLOOD ORANGE OH MY GOD I’M CRYING

i cRY THIS IS AMAZING

(Source: loadedsword)

psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

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psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

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seananmcguire:

nunyahbis:

silentgiantla:

The 40 Most Breathtaking Abandoned Places In The World

I think you mean locations for the next silent hill.

I want to live in that little red house, accessible only by the long, silent wooden bridge, with my monster cats guarding the end.

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heirsoferror:

This was in Las Vegas & fucked everyone up




text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

Whoa

always loved this

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text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

Whoa

always loved this

mazerunnermovie:

Together, they must find a way out.

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mazerunnermovie:

Together, they must find a way out.

Reblogged from peachteaandmenthol

giggles-and-tears:

How I feel when out with my vanilla friends.

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getabducted:

unexplained-events:

Oun Sambath and Chomran

Sambath’s mother would often have dreams about a snake coming to protect her family. When Sambath was 3 months old, his mom found a snake (about thumb sized) coiled under her son’s bed. They took the snake out released it into the bushes, but a couple of weeks later they found that the snake had returned. They took that as a good sign and decided to keep the snake. They named her Chomran, which means good luck.

Sambath and Chomran grew up together. They sleep together, eat together, play together and they even talk to eachother. Chomran even has her own room. They believe that Chomran has special powers that protect their family from illness and harm. 

Many wildlife protectors, police officials and movie makers tried to take away this pet snake from Sambath and put it in a zoo, but the snake boy said, “I will not let anyone take her away from me, either. I love her very much,” while kissing his beloved pet on the head.

SOURCE

The picture of him kissing her head is soso cute ugh omg