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Talk sh*t get hit.
best delivery of a verbal bitch slap in cinematic history.
If anyone ever tells you Harry Potter is just a story, please tell them about the time that “story” gave a very sick little girl a much needed escape, because I can’t fathom how anyone could call that anything less than “magic”. (x)
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best modern family scene ever
It’s like one of those tumblr posts that just can’t catch a break
16-year-old dresses as every culture and counterculture of the last 100 years
Flapper. Beatnick. Hippie. Hipster.
In her project “Counter // Culture,” 16-year-old photographer Annalisa Hartlaub captures all the mainstream and countercultural movements that have defined the last 10 decades. The results are a stirring series of portraits that bring life to a century of women, contextualizing how the friction of mainstream and counterculture defined progression.
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this is dope
this kinda sums up tumblr for me
OH MY GOD
I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT
Student: can I please use the bathroom?
Teachers: why are you taking your bag?
This happened in my English class one time and the girl who was going picked up her bag as she got up and the male teacher just said “Put your bag down and go to the bathroom.” and without any hesitation she just said, “I need something in it there is blood coming out of my vagina.” He never made girls leave their bags again.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sky like this before and it’s incredible
“In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.
A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.”
Don’t befriend writers unless you want texts like this at 4:17 in the morning.
See also: historians