For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.
If I’m going to burn, it might as well be bright.
Steve + shields
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
A genius whose idea’s surpassed his own time and will no doubt surpass ours also.
do you ever get mad because there’s so much wasted potential in characters and relationships and plotlines in some shows
Anonymous asked: will u tell me a story
"You can’t just ride a bear," she said. "It’s not built for transportation."
I looked at her cowardly face. “That’s loser talk,” I said.
She was a bit offended but I didn’t care. I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.
"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.
"No… please, don’t do this."
"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands.
The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day. A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.
"What if it bites you?" she protested.
But I wouldn’t listen. This was my destiny; this was my fate. I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike.
I knew it could sense I was coming. It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs. He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold. I only had my $240 North Face jacket.
"Let’s go. You and me. It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted.
He slowly turned to face me. Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond. It was kind of cute for a bear.
I readied my lasso. The time was right. The wind was settled and the air was clear. It was now or never.
But I couldn’t do it. It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before. I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.
"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.
"That’s loser talk," said the bear.
Can we talk about how Cap and Bucky have opposite masks?
Cap has mouth and eyes exposed, forehead covered. Bucky has mouth covered and eyes painted black, his forehead exposed.
What a lovely symmetry.
But the symbolism too. Cap’s is a helmet, protection, to keep him safe from physical harm. Bucky’s is a muzzle to keep him silent and anonymous and on a leash.
A sex ed class in 1929
she knows what’s up
Every face in there is so priceless
Those 3 girls in the front row
this is the greatest thing on the internet
Disneyworld needs to make a rollercoaster based off of the ride Yzma and Kronk take to the lair. When the ride starts, Yzma’s voice yells “pull the lever, Kronk!” and the ride starts to move backwards so she yells “wrong lever!” and it shoots you forward.
WHY IS THIS NOT HAPPENING?!
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
it’s called makeup
you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops
my dad sent these to me and said, “Look at our chalkboard in the break room!”
how in the fuck
My only goal in life is to be as sarcastic as him
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