(Source: fuckyeahragetoons, via audioper)
As Business Insider put it, “Watch America age 110 years in one gif.”
See more on the demographic transformation of The Next America here.
Anyone else find it intriguing that there will be more people over the age of 85 in 2060 than there will be people in their late 70s?
Winter and Tourists.
Three seasons: Winter, Tourists, and the Rockefeller Center tree. (That one combines winter, tourists, and B&T families and should be avoided at all costs.)
Here’s my “you want to go to midtown?” face:
I took so long that I’ve gotten to the point that it just made more sense to wait until my lease was up and I found another place.
Winter and Tourists.
This new tie is not as skinny as I typically like, but I can’t argue with the colours!
imagine if people were born with traits based on their zodiac signs so like aries had ram horns and hoofs like a satyr and shit how rad would that be
i would be a giant fucking crab
Any idea on what a libra would have? The ability to calculate weight by picking things up? xD
Maybe something to do with Iustitia? Being able to judge if someone committed a crime by simply looking at them?
Also, hey I get to be Clint!
Dammit, I am sick of having to carry this giant water jug everywhere.
Listen up, OP. I’m a fucking Virgo, so let me be the first to say:
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
wangerlust asked: "Today, I went on a date with this cute, smart girl who is most definitely my type. Statistically speaking, I’m sure I won’t hear from her again." What stats do you use? :)
I am actually working with data collected during my recent dating history, so no doubt I have a pretty egregious sampling bias, not to mention an unrepresentively small number of data points.
I’m collecting an additional sample tomorrow evening, though, so we can hope for a statistical outlier.
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
My last three posts were (a) an exceedingly nerdy and tongue-in-cheek ask response about dating and statistics, (b) a photo of a pint of artisanal pickles purchased in Brooklyn, and (c) a filtered Instagram photo of trendy software engineers playing hacky sack in front of a 19th century woodworking factory converted into office space for a craft and vintage website.
What have I become?
Don’t judge my nighttime snacks.