moviesludge:

sick of objects

setantaa:

He just wants to talk bestie

lungthief:

watching the US ban more books and make robot police dogs

reese-witherspoon:

“Oh, no, it wasn’t the airplanes. It was Beauty that killed the beast!”

King Kong (1933) dir. Merian C. Cooper

spaceblogzilla:

Hedorah

classichorrorblog:

Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things
Directed by Bob Clark (1972)

wilwheaton:

aplaceforlovelynoise:

What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? - R.E.M.

“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh 

I’d studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh 

“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh 

You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood, don’t fuck with me, uh-huh

posttexasstressdisorder:

nd2tx97:

liberalsarecool:

Elect a working class Congress.

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