typhonatemybaby:

mallelis:

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Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.

For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.

Kristen Stewart is a goddamn cowboy.

THIS PUTS INTO WORD THE INTENSE LOVE I HAVE FOR KSTEW BUT IN A SENSIBLE ANALYTICAL MANNER RATHER THAN ME FLAILING AROUND PATHETICALLY

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yoisthisracist:

I can’t think of a better career move for Macklemore than if he rolled up to get teargassed with the citizens of Ferguson.

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therumpus:

“When you hold me there are words for that. I do not remember the words for that but I remember that there are words. There are not words for when you do not hold me. I remember that there are no words in the world so I say them.”

— From Gephyromania by TC Tolbert

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bagelbrother:

someone was like hey do a flower beard thing and i was like okay

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importantbirds:

awwww-cute:

Hooray!

Tip for marathon: take three step, A celebrate it! Do again until complete 26 mile! Very easy, do not forget hoorays!

importantbirds:

awwww-cute:

Hooray!

Tip for marathon: take three step, A celebrate it! Do again until complete 26 mile! Very easy, do not forget hoorays!

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neilcicierega:

fravit:

neilcicierega:

It’s a cool place, and they say it gets harder

You’re bundled up now, wait ‘til you get better

this is the best smash up yet

Great news, Smash Mouth posted a link to this on their facebook and twitter.

this is now eggfficially a Smash Mouth sanctioned remix

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clarabeau:

Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?

I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.

Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.

Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.

I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.

Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.

"Do you like this one?" the cashier asked, ringing me up. "Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like," I replied intensely. "That’ll be $12.01," she said.

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MOUNTAIN LODGE

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