done struck again
15 May 2012 @ 2:11 AM
tags:
#love

everythingandakite:

Pippo Inzaghi scores the winning goal during his 300th, and last, appearance for AC Milan.

(Source: paloschis)

1 week ago via savethe-clocktower (originally paloschis)
3 May 2012 @ 12:40 PM

(Source: hermione)

3 weeks ago via fuckyeahharveyandmike (originally hermione)
15 April 2012 @ 8:25 PM
tags:
#love
nonopeokay:

In the Company of Wolves

nonopeokay:

In the Company of Wolves

1 month ago via revolutionnaire (originally nonopeokay)
2 April 2012 @ 1:46 AM
1 month ago via abitnotgoodyeah (originally nafie-nafie)
1 April 2012 @ 3:55 PM

(Source: slayerage)

1 month ago via communitythings (originally slayerage)
1 April 2012 @ 2:42 AM
"One of my responsibilities as Commander in Chief is to keep an eye on robots. And I’m pleased to report that the robots you manufacture here seem peaceful. At least for now."

President Obama talking to the National Robotics Engineering Center at Carnegie Mellon. (via juliasegal)

This man. Don’t ever change.

(transcript from whitehouse.gov)

Our Geek In Chief, ladies and gentlemen. (via heidi8)

WIN.  +1000 presidential points

(via lindentreeisle)

(Source: washingtonpoststyle)

1 month ago via ellot (originally washingtonpoststyle)
31 March 2012 @ 2:58 PM

(Source: flapmyjack)

1 month ago via e-pic (originally flapmyjack)
31 March 2012 @ 4:03 AM

Over the field rang his clear voice calling:
‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

(Source: stannisbaratheon)

1 month ago via stannisbaratheon (originally stannisbaratheon)
28 March 2012 @ 11:53 PM

(Source: kingofsummer)

1 month ago via stannisbaratheon (originally kingofsummer)
23 March 2012 @ 4:13 AM
tags:
#love

sublimate:

you have a hundred secret names & I am the world’s worst shoplifter.
you know what I mean? it’s like it’s 1992 & we’re so happy for cigarettes
& de la soul & lightning bugs & shit like that. sometimes I wish you knew
someone exactly like me who wasn’t so obsessed with your knuckles.
they make me hurt like alligator teeth. I want you to be all fists & bruises like
tiny sparrows on my face. I want you to be a handgun muzzled into my gut.

(Source: diodepoetry.com)

2 months ago via colporteur (originally babybirch)