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The best thing I've ever seen while driving was when I was racing across Idaho on my roadtrip to get home when suddenly my gps out of nowhere tells me that I can save an hour and a half by taking a detour. I had no idea why. I was in the middle of a pretty rural part of the state and twilight was setting in and the road looked clear, but holy shit, 90 minutes? I had no idea how or why this detour would do that but I took it anyways and got off the main interstate onto a frontage road.

About 2 minutes of driving later revealed VERY abrupt traffic backed up for miles. I had gotten off the interstate at the exact right and last moment. Everyone was pissed off and angry, so it seemed new. And here me and like three other cars were, racing past and completely skipping the traffic they were suddenly stuck in. There was no movement. Only traffic. I could feel their envy as I drove by wondering what the fuck was going on.

I fully expected there to have been a huge accident. Something like a head on collision. But then about four miles down the road, I see it. A tipped over truck, and thousands upon thousands of tiny brown potatoes still rolling across the road.

The driver was outside, his head in his hands, looking very much alright but appropriately stressed out, and behind him was miles of angry traffic caused by truck tipping over and dumping thousands of potatoes onto the asphalt. A potato spill. In Idaho. The state only known for potatoes. It still makes me laugh thinking about it.

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i love it when a fandom agrees on one particular portmanteau ship name and you can tell it’s because the alternatives are all atrocious. like i don’t know anything about glee but even i know that they only call it “klaine” because no one would be able to take it seriously if it was “blurt”

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do you feel less guilty, now that you’ve turned yourself into his funeral pyre?

…no, i thought not.

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flowey ran away.

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THIS IS A PICTURE THAT SOMEONE TOOK WHO WORKS ON AN OIL RIG IN TEXAS. HE WANTED TO GET A SHOT OF THE LIGHTNING THAT WAS FLASHING BY.  HE WAS UNAWARE OF THE TORNADO UNTIL THE LIGHTNING ILLUMINATED IT. This has been called a one-in-a-million photo; taken south of Ft. Stockton, Texas.

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he's free now

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from “baths”, 1987.

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I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.

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you're wish is my command, the j

@a-particular-j-name

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I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.

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The Lion King: It is impossible to CGI photorealistic lions who can also emote!

Chronicles of Narnia:

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kyaaaa I'm late to vampire school *runs out while holding a dude by the neck in my mouth*

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"im doing numbers on tumblr. and the number? 4" <- 400k notes

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I grew up on a well. I didn’t really know how that made me different than other kids except that when their power went out they could still shower and flush the toilet and I couldn’t.

But the real difference is that well water often has little quirks. It’s fresh and yummy from a hole in the ground, it’s not fancy city water that goes through treatment. That means that it didn’t taste like it could be bottled up right from the tap.

In fact what it meant was it tasted like sulfur. Straight up rank eggs. We had it tested repeatedly and it was totally safe for everything, it just stank. It was just something I accepted without question. The sky was blue and water smelled like a chicken egg you'd missed because the hens had gotten sneaky and it had been slowly rotting in the hot summer sun day by day.

It wasn’t until I got older and had friends sleepover who expected a shower the next day that I really caught on that my water wasn’t what they were used to.

“What’s that smell?” they would ask in disgust.

I’d stick my head in the bathroom and look back at them in puzzlement. “What smell?”

I was completely immune. I’d drink it happily, it was as nothing to me to drink water that tasted like a demon had just pissed it out. My friends all thought I was completely off my rocker.

It wasn’t until years after I’d moved out that I smelled what everyone else did. I went to visit my parents to stay overnight. I turned on the shower and reared back. What was that smell?

City life had made me soft. I did not want a stinky egg shower anymore.

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I, for one, like Roman numerals.

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old tumblrcore. if you remember these youre entitled to a veteran's discount

follow forever

"rebagel"

nightposting

the reblog button being on the top

everyone referring to david karp as "daddy"

"can you make this ask rebloggable?"

redux edits

babblr

WHO CHANGED IT FROM FUDGERS TO FUDGERS I WILL KISS THE POPSICLE DONT TICKLE ME JAMBOREE

missing e

"REBLOG IF YOU SUPPORT GAY PEOPLE" (30 gay-themed gifs)

losing post editing because of John Green

hipster bloggers vs fandom bloggers

when messaging finally came out and we had to infect each other with it like we were playing Plague Inc