(Source: cancercancercancercancer, via williambeyer)
Shelley Disfigured
A discourse of figuration and dis-figuration with a fellow who drinks scotch highballs and once punched a pteradactyl, an iron fist in a velvet glove...
Michael: You seem more villainous than usual. Are you sober?
Lucille: It’s 8:00 a.m.
Michael: So it’s not that.The Cabin Show - 3x01
(Source: classicpinksugar, via marthamaydumptruck)
(via teryakihairpiece)
(Source: keziamari, via williambeyer)
(Source: cyclops, via marthamaydumptruck)
That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Twilight of Idols
5 days ago - 
7
7
(Source: wittymoniker, via discotits)
5 days ago - 47
47
Your dad knew how to rage before you did and his friends are still afraid to give him whiskey because of it. At about half past tipsy, the quiet giant bear child awoke from his sober slumber and became a shit ripping, F5 party tornado. Blacked out and filled with mistakes, he went down in party history each night his alter ego was released. His actions became party folk lore, making him the Johnny Appleseed of getting gnar balls.
So hipsters, next time you’re recanting a tale of intoxicated past and bragging about how awesome you were the previous night, remember this…
Your dad is the patron saint partying and the reason the term “that guy” exists.
Today’s awesome dad photo submitted by kevinfergus of the tumblrverse.
This is one of the classics that made its way into the book. There are tons of new photos and post in it too. Check it out.
http://www.amazon.com/Dads-Original-Hipsters-Brad-Getty/dp/1452108854
(via marthamaydumptruck)
(Source: illustration-ilustracion, via amyshirkey)
