from.the.passenger.seat.

Little musings from a petrichor heart...

 

Reblogged from artemisofmars.

Cows Man, They're Important.

  • Socialism:You have 2 cows and you give one to your neighbor.
  • Communism:You have 2 cows; the Government takes both and gives you some milk.
  • Fascism:You have 2 cows; the Government takes both and sells you some milk.
  • Nazism:You have 2 cows; the Government takes both and shoots you.
  • Bureaucratism:You have 2 cows; the Government takes both, shoots one, milks the other and throws the milk away..
  • Traditional Capitalism:You have 2 cows. You sell one and buy a bull. You herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.
  • An American Corporation:You have 2 cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow dropped dead.
  • A French Corporation:You have 2 cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.
  • Japanese Corporation:You have 2 cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called Cowkimon and market them Worldwide.
  • An Italian Corporation:You have 2 cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.
  • A Swiss Corporation:You have 5000 cows. None of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.
  • Chinese Corporation:You have 2 cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.
  • An Iraqi Corporation:Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No one believes you and they bomb your arse. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy.......
  • Counter Culture:'Wow, dig it, like there's these 2 cows, man, grazing in the hemp field. You gotta have some of this milk!'
  • Surrealism:You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.
  • Fatalist:You have 2 doomed cows...
  • A West-Country Corporation:You have 2 cows. That one on the left is kinda cute.
  • A Brazilian Corporation:You have 2 cows. You pay taxes for 6 cows. You have to sell one cow in order to pay the taxes. Your remaining cow gets sick and dies while waiting for availability in the public vet hospital.
  • Moffat:You have two cows. Both of them are your daughters time traveling from the past where they had a brief love affair with Da Vinci making you the rightful Queen of England.
  • An Irish Corporation:You have a million cows because they're everywhere
  • Tumblr:You have 2 cows. You ship them together and make GIF posts screaming about how much you love your cows, but they should stop existing because they are so perfect.
 

Reblogged from mesmerizingmke.

 

Reblogged from dreamingstarkly.

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dreamingstarkly:

Tom Hiddleston’s impersonations of Owen Wilson, Chris Evans and Samuel L. Jackson

Fuck me I’m ded

(Source: chrisevansed)

 

Reblogged from mesmerizingmke.

Can't Help Falling In Love by Fleet Foxes

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Can’t Help Falling in Love - Covered by the Fleet Foxes

This is beautiful.

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Reblogged from bwbaroque.

‎”Now I will read what “The Jesus” said about homosexuality”
-looks at bible-
“I’d love to, but he never said anything
 

Reblogged from jordanbradleyis.

jordanbradleyis:

While talking with Bret Baier about Obama announcing his support for gay marriage, Fox’s Shepard Smith had this to say:

“What I’m most curious about is whether it’s your belief that in this time of rising debts and medical issues and all the rest if Republicans would go out on a limb and try to make this a campaign issue while sitting very firmly, without much question, on the wrong side of history on it.”

On the wrong side of history.
On the wrong side of history.
ON THE WRONG SIDE OF HISTORY.

Shepard Smith is such a boss. Seriously, how is this guy so fucking awesome? And how is he still working for Fox News?

Once again. My favorite person at Fox News. GO SHEP!

thepoliticalfreakshow:

The Mitt Romney Bullying Story

The sad, troubling tale of when a teenage Mitt Romney attacked one of his classmates. The Washington Post found numerous eyewitnesses to verify this incident from 1965. Romney has since apologized.

Mitt Romney, left, with George and Lenore Romney in 1962.

(AP / Handout)

BLOOMFIELD HILLS, Mich. — Mitt Romney returned from a three-week spring break in 1965 to resume his studies as a high school senior at the prestigious Cranbrook School. Back on the handsome campus, studded with Tudor brick buildings and manicured fields, he spotted something he thought did not belong at a school where the boys wore ties and carried briefcases. John Lauber, a soft-spoken new student one year behind Romney, was perpetually teased for his nonconformity and presumed homosexuality. Now he was walking around the all-boys school with bleached-blond hair that draped over one eye, and Romney wasn’t having it.

Cranbrook School.

“He can’t look like that. That’s wrong. Just look at him!” an incensed Romney told Matthew Friedemann, his close friend in the Stevens Hall dorm, according to Friedemann’s recollection. Mitt, the teenaged son of Michigan Gov. George Romney, kept complaining about Lauber’s look, Friedemann recalled.

Cranbrook School.

A few days later, Friedemann entered Stevens Hall off the school’s collegiate quad to find Romney marching out of his own room ahead of a prep school posse shouting about their plan to cut Lauber’s hair. Friedemann followed them to a nearby room where they came upon Lauber, tackled him and pinned him to the ground. As Lauber, his eyes filling with tears, screamed for help, Romney repeatedly clipped his hair with a pair of scissors.

Cranbrook School.

The incident transpired in a flash, and Friedemann said Romney then led his cheering schoolmates back to his bay-windowed room in Stevens Hall.


Friedemann, guilt ridden, made a point of not talking about it with his friend and waited to see what form of discipline would befall Romney at the famously strict institution. Nothing happened.

Cranbrook School.

After the incident, Lauber seemed to disappear. He returned days later with his shortened hair back to its natural brown. He finished the year, but ultimately left the school before graduation — thrown out for smoking a cigarette.

Cranbrook School.

“It happened very quickly, and to this day it troubles me,” said (Thomas) Buford, the school’s wrestling champion, who said he joined Romney in restraining Lauber. Buford subsequently apologized to Lauber, who was “terrified,” he said. “What a senseless, stupid, idiotic thing to do.”

Cranbrook School.

Sometime in the mid-1990s, (Romney’s classmate at Cranbrook) David Seed noticed a familiar face at the end of a bar at Chicago O’Hare International Airport.


“Hey, you’re John Lauber,” Seed recalled saying at the start of a brief conversation. Seed, also among those who witnessed the Romney-led incident, had gone on to a career as a teacher and principal. Now he had something to get off his chest.


“I’m sorry that I didn’t do more to help in the situation,” he said.


Lauber paused, then responded, “It was horrible.” He went on to explain how frightened he was during the incident, and acknowledged to Seed, “It’s something I have thought about a lot since then.”

Lauber died in 2004 (of liver cancer), according to his three sisters.

Fuck this guy, man. 

 

Reblogged from juniorcult.

Do you share the same sense of defeat? Have you realized all the things you’ll never be? Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism. I’ve got no judgement for you. Come on and ache with me.
 

Reblogged from creatureofhabit11.

Yes. Yes it is. 

Yes. Yes it is. 

Just Kiss Me… Or Not

springsorrowandwinterlight:

Almost-kiss moments are the best moments.

That endless, fleeting moment when eyes meet, noses graze and minds crash together, because in an almost-kiss moment, each knows exactly what both are thinking, but neither says so. 

So how does it happen?

There’s only one requirement: eye contact. An almost-kiss moment can happen nose-to-nose, in each other’s arms, even across a room. When you look into a boy’s eyes, every bone in his body screams, ‘Grab a bitch. Bitches love being grabbed.’

Almost-kiss moments can be teases, games between you and your boyfriend to drive each other crazy before you give into it, because you know it’s coming. But they don’t always end the good way. Most almost-kiss moments happen with someone who isn’t your boyfriend. Sometimes it’s a friend you value more as a friend, or maybe a boy you refuse to admit could ever fall for you so you break the moment and pretend it never happened to protect your pride or your heart.

Sometimes it happens with someone who belongs to someone else.

Sometimes it happens when the one you belong to is waiting at home for you. Sometimes it happens with someone who used to be yours, but you promised yourself you’d let go.

Sometimes you can’t resist it, but if your willpower beats your body you lean back, look away and the excruciating, awful, beautiful tension of the moment is gone forever, but your feelings don’t go away. And even if you turned away because it was the right thing, the smart thing, the best thing to do, your almost-betrayal stays with you like a secret you should never tell.

Almost-kiss moments are the best moments. Have you ever forgotten one?