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pati79:merrymethods:dytabytes:eridans-crotch:dannyquinns:iwillmakeyouintoshoes:sh3rl0cksn1ppl3s:golgothasghirahim:penotbutter:314159265358:basstrip:thebeautifulhustle:This has a deeper meaning. the light bulb represents an idea of an individual and the mouse trap represents how quick society is to destroy that idea.Shut up it’s a light bulb falling on a mouse trap.This is someone dying while under an MRI scan.Listen here cum-slut, I bet you 5 million dollars that you don’t own a light bulb. But guess what? I own 7. And I can tell you right now that a light bulb would never just fall into something like a mouse trap. They’ll rarely walk directly into water.But say that your idiotic theory is correct.Say it did actually fall into it.That appliance still probably died.Is that still funny to you? Do you still get your kicks out of knowing that that light bulb was probably terrified and opening its mouth to scream in that last panel?And if you say yes then you seriously disgust me as a human being.Say hello to mechanically separated chicken.Tragically beautiful.#everything you need to know about tumblr in one postWow, okay, at least put a fucking trigger warning on this. I lost a light bulb to mousetrap violence and I don’t want to see this shit on my dash being glorified by some hipster assholes.New Yorker: No, but I could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant. Don’t you understand that the light bulb is actually in love with the mouse trap and the mouse trap loves the light bulb back? The mouse trap is just in denial! It’s so obvious when you look at the expressions on their faces!GAWD THIS SHIP. IT’S RUINING MY LIFE. Losing. My. Shit. XDI lost a light bulb to mousetrap violence

pati79:

merrymethods:

dytabytes:

eridans-crotch:

dannyquinns:

iwillmakeyouintoshoes:

sh3rl0cksn1ppl3s:

golgothasghirahim:

penotbutter:

314159265358:

basstrip:

thebeautifulhustle:

This has a deeper meaning. the light bulb represents an idea of an individual and the mouse trap represents how quick society is to destroy that idea.

Shut up it’s a light bulb falling on a mouse trap.

This is someone dying while under an MRI scan.

Listen here cum-slut, I bet you 5 million dollars that you don’t own a light bulb. But guess what? I own 7. And I can tell you right now that a light bulb would never just fall into something like a mouse trap. They’ll rarely walk directly into water.

But say that your idiotic theory is correct.

Say it did actually fall into it.

That appliance still probably died.

Is that still funny to you? Do you still get your kicks out of knowing that that light bulb was probably terrified and opening its mouth to scream in that last panel?

And if you say yes then you seriously disgust me as a human being.

Say hello to mechanically separated chicken.

Tragically beautiful.

#everything you need to know about tumblr in one post

Wow, okay, at least put a fucking trigger warning on this. I lost a light bulb to mousetrap violence and I don’t want to see this shit on my dash being glorified by some hipster assholes.

New Yorker: No, but I could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant. 

Don’t you understand that the light bulb is actually in love with the mouse trap and the mouse trap loves the light bulb back? The mouse trap is just in denial! It’s so obvious when you look at the expressions on their faces!

GAWD THIS SHIP. IT’S RUINING MY LIFE. 

Losing. My. Shit. XD

I lost a light bulb to mousetrap violence

boswottels:Taken with instagram
oliphillips:LEGO Art: The Courage Withinby Nathan Sawaya

oliphillips:

LEGO Art: The Courage Within

by Nathan Sawaya

funkyfest:

A pro-abortion feminist coalition that welcomes

thingsiloveaboutfall:this is in the old format but I figured I

thingsiloveaboutfall:

this is in the old format but I figured I

Björk by Andrea Giacobbe | 1997

Björk by Andrea Giacobbe | 1997

artschoolblues:Hair Texture Drawing Detail (by Linda Hemmersbach)

parismountain:

‘I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day’

BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light’s delay.
With…