In It for the Evulz
T H E   S I M S

Inspired by: (X)

tastefullyoffensive:

[alaskagraves]
the-black-fangirl:

shinbricks:

yungyen:

hunchoz:

tallwhiteman:

Krillin’s signature move

fucking crying

OMFG

>.>

Foul as fuck for this one

the-black-fangirl:

shinbricks:

yungyen:

hunchoz:

tallwhiteman:

Krillin’s signature move

fucking crying

OMFG

>.>

Foul as fuck for this one

raychillster:

i try to take self portraits that can one day be turned into classic paintings.

booliin:

air is the element of freedom;
water is the element of change
earth is the element of substance
fire is the element of power;

lizziemcganja:

friend: i’m getting mcdonalds you want anything?

me: i don’t have money

friend: it’s all good, i’ll pay

me:

image

image

subtle:

nostalgia is fun for like 5 seconds and then it’s just really painful

iguanal:

i hate songs that are like 75% bad but the chorus is so good that you suffer through the whole song just to hear one part like three times

Who the fuck cares where you went to school or where you work? The question is: Is your everyday experience good, healthy, beautiful? Because I have to tell you, while it might be cool to work for a company like Google, Apple, or The New Yorker, if your job is stupid, stressful and your boss is an asshole, there is nothing good or prestigious about that. While it might seem right to go to a school like Berkeley, if classes are overcrowded and students are nervous, anxious, religious zealots from Orange County, are you sure you want to go there? What’s good about that? To believe in prestige is to privilege abstract, collective impression over palpable, daily experience. To which I say: fuck prestige. Do what serves your everyday vitality.

Daniel Coffeen (via liberatingreality)

THIS.

(via whatsername31)