1. 6qubed:

    spookdang-chuckleface:

    i-used-to-have-aheart:

    paintchipsfromthewall:

    doggies 

    oh god

    WHAT ARE THEY UP TO

    [DETECTED]

    (Source: sizvideos, via absurdcynicism)

  2. apinhongkong:

    Walk on the Artery

    The Umbrella Revolution had taught me about the role of a photographer. Seeing all the great live images from the photojournalists, does make you wonder if you’d be able to get some. Answer is simple, yes and no. Yes, if you get paid. No, if you ain’t get a dime from a single image. There’s a fine line between your passion and your own personal safety. Riots and protests can go sour especially on the frontline when the civilians go against the police authority. You have 50% chance of getting hurt without any insurance coverage, damaging your gear (insurance associated). I just think it’s not worth it to risk on any of the above mentioned unless yourself is part of the protest party. Give the job to the journalists and leave your passion behind until the situation improved.

    It was my first time in life remembering how a protest escalated and had turned into a riot of such scale in Hong Kong. My first reaction was ‘Oh my god! It’s really happening’. Right after the surprising announcement by Benny Tai of the Occupy Central founder which’s the same day midnight, they moved up the schedule to occupy Central as the students have gathered at the Government HQ and sparked a huge impact thru the news. It’s a statement just like declaring a war only the students were guerrilla and the Occupy Central with Love and Peace Movement Group is the mercenary backed by the news tycoon Jimmy Lai.

    How quickly a movement like this had brought all the international news correspondents to town. I still remember I tuned in the 6pm news report just when I got home. Just when the live reporter about to describe the situation, the riot police popped a few gas grenades out. This type of scenes would only be seen through TV on the soccer-popular countries. The reporter got choked and people were escaping behind. I thought it was a surprise too, but surprises like these were necessary to contain the situation like all riot police in the world. It’s just rare happening here at our home turf. Really rare. The announcement last night I thought i was witnessing something, but then when the protesters gone mad with the tear gas i thought i was witnessing history. The history of how citizen protect their rights to protest and voice their views in indifferences.

    The tear gas had brought more people out to the battle ground at the Government HQ the day after. The protesters had jammed the entire highway. That even brought more aware people to visit the site on foot on the first day of work after all the chaos happened over the weekend. All business district without traffic is a joke. It was a little jog from where I work but I made it there twice during lunch and once at night on the early few days of protest. The speedway of both direction to and out of Central is sealed off along with many other major passages, even the world famous double-decker Tram cannot run through Casueway Bay to Central (oops to tourists). It’s the artery to the heart of Hong Kong. Drivers are forced to drive up to the mountain to go pass all the roadblocks. That’s why business owners do not support this Occupy act.

    So here I give you an exclusive view of what you might not be seen at the protest, A walk on the artery of Connaught Road.

    (via whereisbang)

  3. “Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”
    (via lildeviant)

    (Source: queerkaitlin, via tyleroakley)

  4. itsstuckyinmyhead:

    Best Tumblr Responses 

  5. frustrated-fallen-angel:

hamburgergod:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Sarah go to bed

Well that was quite a ride across the spectrum of the human condition.

    frustrated-fallen-angel:

    hamburgergod:

    cuddlemonstercas:

    oneglitterorgy:

    urbandictionaryfinds:

    hidefjesus:

    I laminated a paper towel

    why does this have 31 thousand notes

    You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

    But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

    Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

    However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

    Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

    So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

    But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

    Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

    The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

    But you remain.

    Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

    All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

    But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

    Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

    The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

    Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

    Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

    OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

    AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

    A LAMINATED

    PAPER

    T OW E L

    IDK MAN,

    I D K

    Sarah go to bed

    Well that was quite a ride across the spectrum of the human condition.

    (Source: shittybreadybun, via comprehendinglife)

  6. darthrader:

mother-venus:

callitrichidae:

Fuck this postFuck this post so much.You want a “Why not?”How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at schoolHow about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you homeHow about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging bodyHow about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without youHow about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parentsHow about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walkingHow about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bedHow about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you
Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change thingsThere may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the cloudsBut without you we do not want them
Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us
So fuck this postand fuck this romanticism of suicideand fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear

bless this reblog

holy shit

    darthrader:

    mother-venus:

    callitrichidae:

    Fuck this post
    Fuck this post so much.
    You want a “Why not?”
    How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard
    How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at school
    How about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you home
    How about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging body
    How about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without you
    How about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parents
    How about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walking
    How about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bed
    How about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you

    Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change things
    There may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the clouds
    But without you we do not want them

    Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us

    So fuck this post
    and fuck this romanticism of suicide
    and fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can hear

    bless this reblog

    holy shit

    (via geekmodeactivated)

    thoughts

  7. moving on.

    farezjuraimi:

    Some people seem to have it easy - opportunities presented to them wherever they go. Some of us slog away, only to have nothing presented to us at the end of the day. They say good things happen to those who wait. Tell me how long do we have to wait?

  8. Fulfilling a promise that was made several months back before his graduation from scs. 

Met up with a cadet of mine who went on to become a specialist in tekong. Had a good catching-up session, which goes to show that rank doesn’t really matter much at all. And that I wasn’t too unbearable as an instructor back then. 😂 (at 4 Fingers Crispy Chicken at Plaza Sing)

    Fulfilling a promise that was made several months back before his graduation from scs.

    Met up with a cadet of mine who went on to become a specialist in tekong. Had a good catching-up session, which goes to show that rank doesn’t really matter much at all. And that I wasn’t too unbearable as an instructor back then. 😂 (at 4 Fingers Crispy Chicken at Plaza Sing)

  9. solluxcraptor:

    "you’re too cute to be single!"

    then date me

    (via da-tana)

  10. chrispyfishinc:

    Inspired by a friend

    (via lgbtlaughs)

  11. soyandco:

outofthewhore-dinary:

i was happily scrolling down and when i saw this my face dropped and i swear my heart stopped for a while. just look at this.look at it. it’s so pure yet it shows affection. it’s so simple yet it holds many feelings. i really, really want to touch someone’s hand like this and i hope they don’t pull it away.i love this.


Oh

    soyandco:

    outofthewhore-dinary:

    i was happily scrolling down and when i saw this my face dropped and i swear my heart stopped for a while. just look at this.
    look at it. it’s so pure yet it shows affection. it’s so simple yet it holds many feelings. i really, really want to touch someone’s hand like this and i hope they don’t pull it away.
    i love this.

    Oh

    (Source: pillsandcoffeee, via kkittycatty)

  12. Random tumblring & ramblings
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