521. More times than not, you will be judged by your shoes. (Source: rulesformyunbornson)

521. More times than not, you will be judged by your shoes.

yyoosskkiieess:

80% of people wouldn’t open this.
17% would open it and close it.
Only 3% would reblog this and pray for a cure.♥
What is the last thing Snape says to Harry? toocooltobehipster: (Source: tot0ro, via thegirlwiththeheadphones)

What is the last thing Snape says to Harry?

congregation-vagrant:

DON’T BE A HEARTLESS ASSHOLE, REBLOG THIS. this is my water bottle. his name is john. as you can see, john is missing his cap. john is worried sick, and so am i. we can’t sleep. please contact us if you see a missing water bottle cap. return it to us immediately. thank you.
That poor thing.
I’ve got it right here. Send me $10,000 or I’ll stab it!!

DON’T DO IT YOU SICK BASTARD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HEARTLESS ANIMAL. SEND THE MONEY!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! PUT THAT WATERBOTTLE’S CAP DOWN!!!!
PUT IT DOWN, SOMEONE JUST GIVE THE MONEY !
tumblr i am sooooooooooooooo doneee
TRACK HIS PICTURE! CALL THE COPS OMG!
OMG. Poor John.
STOP SCROLLING AND REBLOG THIS NOW!
Being in the Potter cast is like signing a contract that ensures you will get blessed by the puberty fairy. obliviated-hearts: (Source: romioneshipper, via thegirlwiththeheadphones)

Being in the Potter cast is like signing a contract that ensures you will get blessed by the puberty fairy.

Instant Messaged sothenshe: Her: So are you dating Olivia Wilde yet or what?  Me:  Not yet. No time to pursue her properly.  Her:  Quite the gentleman, I see.  Me:  “No time to pursue her properly” means I haven’t been able to reup my rufies.

Instant Messaged

sothenshe:

Her: So are you dating Olivia Wilde yet or what? 

Me:  Not yet. No time to pursue her properly. 

Her:  Quite the gentleman, I see.

 Me:  “No time to pursue her properly” means I haven’t been able to reup my rufies.

Played matchmaker from the balcony sothenshe: My best friend that’s a girl is undeniably incredible. Let’s call her Alala, to keep it in the Greek deity family (she picked the name because it’s the personification of the female war cry. And she loves a solid war cry.) She and I were out in Los Angeles together recently and after one late night of revelry and some slight debauchery, the group of five of us retreated to her hotel room where we proceeded to pour her entire mini bar down our throats before we took to her balcony overlooking a main LA street. That’s when shit turned awesome.  The balcony was situated just above and beside a major club, with another popular bar a stone’s throw down the road. Both were approaching closing time, so the foot traffic below our drunken perch was steady. Spurred on by her natural bubbly-ness, which only intensifies with the addition of liquor – and a little encouragement from us, Alala decided to bestow gifts upon passersby in the form of hysterical conversations. And the occasional drink mixer pouch or magazine. (Yep, she tossed both down at various points.) The first group was a dud; just a gaggle of bros who wanted to come up and hang out. But they didn’t have much of a problem standing on the street shouting up to a group of strangers at 3am, which was all the reassurance Alala needed. Down the street, a t-shirt clad man was staggering from the bar across the wide street while traffic whizzed by him with alarming closeness, horns blaring. “That boy is going to die,” Alala said, matter-of-factly in between puffs on her cigarette. Amazingly, he made it to our side of the street and just before he reached us, Alala reached out to him. “Sir,” she yelled in a tone of mock seriousness. “You nearly were killed! You need to be more careful.” Which prompted the man to respond that he was perfectly fine. Which led to his attempting to show us just how “fine” he was by walking back out into the middle of the four-lane street and performing a backwards handstand of sorts. Which led to us screaming that he actually was going to meet his demise unless he came back to the sidewalk. Which led to him eventually obliging. Read More

Played matchmaker from the balcony

sothenshe:

My best friend that’s a girl is undeniably incredible. Let’s call her Alala, to keep it in the Greek deity family (she picked the name because it’s the personification of the female war cry. And she loves a solid war cry.) She and I were out in Los Angeles together recently and after one late night of revelry and some slight debauchery, the group of five of us retreated to her hotel room where we proceeded to pour her entire mini bar down our throats before we took to her balcony overlooking a main LA street. That’s when shit turned awesome. 

The balcony was situated just above and beside a major club, with another popular bar a stone’s throw down the road. Both were approaching closing time, so the foot traffic below our drunken perch was steady. Spurred on by her natural bubbly-ness, which only intensifies with the addition of liquor – and a little encouragement from us, Alala decided to bestow gifts upon passersby in the form of hysterical conversations. And the occasional drink mixer pouch or magazine. (Yep, she tossed both down at various points.)

The first group was a dud; just a gaggle of bros who wanted to come up and hang out. But they didn’t have much of a problem standing on the street shouting up to a group of strangers at 3am, which was all the reassurance Alala needed. Down the street, a t-shirt clad man was staggering from the bar across the wide street while traffic whizzed by him with alarming closeness, horns blaring. “That boy is going to die,” Alala said, matter-of-factly in between puffs on her cigarette. Amazingly, he made it to our side of the street and just before he reached us, Alala reached out to him.

“Sir,” she yelled in a tone of mock seriousness. “You nearly were killed! You need to be more careful.” Which prompted the man to respond that he was perfectly fine. Which led to his attempting to show us just how “fine” he was by walking back out into the middle of the four-lane street and performing a backwards handstand of sorts. Which led to us screaming that he actually was going to meet his demise unless he came back to the sidewalk. Which led to him eventually obliging.

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An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand. Professor: You are a Christian, aren’t you, son? Student: Yes, sir. Professor: So, you believe in God? Student: Absolutely, sir. Professor: Is God good? Student: Sure. Professor: My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is God good, then? Hmm? (Student was silent) Professor: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good? Student: Yes. Professor: Is Satan good? Student: No. Professor: Where does Satan come from? Student: From.. God. Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? Student: Yes. Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct? Student: Yes. Professor: So who created evil? (Student didn’t answer) Professor: Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they? Student: Yes, sir. Professor: So, who created them? (Student had no answer) Professor: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God? Student: No, sir. Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your God. Student: No, sir. Professor: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter? Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t. Professor: Yet you still believe in Him? Student: Yes. Professor: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son? Student: Nothing. I only have my Faith. Professor: Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has. Student: Professor, is there such a thing as Heat? Professor: Yes. Student: And is there such a thing as Cold? Professor: Yes. Student: No, sir, there isn’t. (The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events) Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre) Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness? Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light… But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you? Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man? Student: Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed. Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how? Student: Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? Professor: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do. Student: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? (The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going) Student: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? (The class was in uproar) Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain? (The class broke out into laughter) Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures? (The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable) Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son. Student: That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving! ---------------------------------------------------- That student was Albert Einstein.
Spartacus: Gods Of The Arena. After all the melancholy, after all the crap and the agony of death that beloved characters went through, after all the depression awakened in me the last few episodes, I am reminded why I love this show. That was the greatest clash of sword and shield I have seen in my 21 years of life. CAPUA!!!!!!! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED????!!!!!!!

Spartacus: Gods Of The Arena.

After all the melancholy, after all the crap and the agony of death that beloved characters went through, after all the depression awakened in me the last few episodes, I am reminded why I love this show. That was the greatest clash of sword and shield I have seen in my 21 years of life. CAPUA!!!!!!! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED????!!!!!!!