vatican-cameos-sweetie:

piratesofthecaribbean:

Fun fact: This is Orlando’s legit impression of Johnny; it wasn’t originally scripted.

Was there even a script for this film. Every time I see a post about PotC they are like ‘this wasn’t scripted’

vatican-cameos-sweetie:

piratesofthecaribbean:

Fun fact: This is Orlando’s legit impression of Johnny; it wasn’t originally scripted.

Was there even a script for this film. Every time I see a post about PotC they are like ‘this wasn’t scripted’

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corseque:

cataclyzmic:

butt-inspector-kirby:

s-guy:

gunslingerannie:

jillstrif:

This is the coolest thing I’ve ever reblogged. I think about this all the time.
Nobody can even comprehend this fact. There are 7 billion people on the Earth. You can’t comprehend an afterlife because it seems too crazy? Well I can’t comprehend this current life and nobody’s going to tell me it doesn’t exist.
Think about it.

YES YES I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER THIS THE OTHER DAY because I have this all the time, especially when I travel by train which is one of the reasons why I DO travel by train a lot.

I’M REALLY GLAD THAT THERE’S A WORD FOR THIS WOW

Wow. There’s a WORD for it?

This is CONSTANTLY on my mind. With EVERY person I meet. It’s a bit overwhelming, yet so enthralling. :D
yes yes omg

If there are 7 billion people on the planet, every one of us with individual lives and points of view, and the universe began less than 14 billion years ago, then the collective consciousness of humanity during just the past two years would take more time to live through than all the time the universe has existed.
The human experience is immeasurably rich.

corseque:

cataclyzmic:

butt-inspector-kirby:

s-guy:

gunslingerannie:

jillstrif:

This is the coolest thing I’ve ever reblogged. I think about this all the time.

Nobody can even comprehend this fact. There are 7 billion people on the Earth. You can’t comprehend an afterlife because it seems too crazy? Well I can’t comprehend this current life and nobody’s going to tell me it doesn’t exist.

Think about it.

YES YES I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER THIS THE OTHER DAY because I have this all the time, especially when I travel by train which is one of the reasons why I DO travel by train a lot.

I’M REALLY GLAD THAT THERE’S A WORD FOR THIS WOW

Wow. There’s a WORD for it?

This is CONSTANTLY on my mind. With EVERY person I meet. It’s a bit overwhelming, yet so enthralling. :D

yes yes omg

If there are 7 billion people on the planet, every one of us with individual lives and points of view, and the universe began less than 14 billion years ago, then the collective consciousness of humanity during just the past two years would take more time to live through than all the time the universe has existed.

The human experience is immeasurably rich.

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a-singing-scientist:

beware-phangirl:

jammyband:

thosewerethe90s:

yaoibutterfly:

rah-b-loved:

inkyblacknight:

paradoxsocks:

ihavemjolnirinmypants:

withoutapresspass:

cyborglovesong:

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UNITEDSTATESCANADAMEXICOPANAMALKFHDSHFSDKJCNOIDSUHFISUFN:SD

I AM GOING TO MAKE LEARNING THIS THE OBJECT OF MY LIFE.

I always lose it at Cota Rica. 

I ALREADY KNOW THIS BY HEART

United States, Canada,
Mexico, Panama,
Haiti, Jamaica, Peru;
Republic Dominican,
Cuba, Carribean,
Greenland, El Salvador too.
Puerto Rico, Columbia,
Venezuela,
Honduras, Guyana, and still;
Guatemala, Bolivia,
then Argentina,
and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.
Costa Rica, Belize,
Nicaragua, Bermuda,
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan;
Paraguay, Uruguay,
Suriname, and
French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.
Norway, and Sweden,
and Iceland, and Finland,
and Germany now one piece;
Switzerland, Austria,
Czechoslovakia,
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.
Poland, Romania,
Scotland, Albania,
Ireland, Russia, Oman;
Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia,
Hungary,
Cyprus, Iraq, and Iran.
There’s Syria, Lebanon,
Israel, Jordan,
both Yemens, Kuwait, and Bahrain,
the Netherlands, Luxembourg,
Belgium, and Portugal,
France, England, Denmark, and Spain.
India, Pakistan,
Burma, Afghanistan,
Thailand, Nepal, and Bhutan;
Kampuchea, Malaysia,
then Bangladesh, Asia,
and China, Korea, Japan.
Mongolia, Laos,
and Tibet, Indonesia,
the Philippine Islands, Taiwan;
Sri Lanka, New Guinea,
Sumatra, New Zealand,
then Borneo, and Vietnam.
Tunisia, Morocco,
Uganda, Angola,
Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana;
Mozambique, Zambia,
Swaziland, Gambia,
Guinea, Algeria, Ghana.
Burundi, Lesotho,
and Malawi, Togo,
The Spanish Sahara is gone;
Niger, Nigeria,
Chad, and Liberia,
Egypt, Benin, and Gabon.
Tanzania, Somalia,
Kenya, and Mali,
Sierra Leone, and Algier;
Dahomey, Namibia,
Senegal, Libya,
Cameroon, Congo, Zaire.
Ethiopia, Guinea_
Bissau, Madagascar,
Rwanda, Mahore[?], and Cayman;
Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi,
Qatar, Yugoslavia,
Crete, Mauritania,
then Transylvania,
Monaco, Liechtenstein,
Malta, and Palestine,
Fiji, Australia, Sudan!

reblogging for the lyrics.

OwO

I lose it after Peru.  like, I can’t even follow the lyrics.  I just sit in awe of it.

TRY AND LEARN THIS I DARE YOU

Some boy at my school was forced by his parents to learn it over his holiday and came back and he could recite the whole thing

Great to see people discovering Animaniacs.

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For every person out there who has family who isn’t “by blood.” Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.

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ultrafacts:

Sources: 1 2 3 4+4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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Sometimes he’ll tell me about his college days, about an Afghanistan I have never known and very few people would believe ever existed.

"In the College of Engineering, there was this lecture hall, with seats for 1,000 students," his says as eyes begin to get bigger. "At the end of the lecture, the seats would move. The whole auditorium would shift as you spun along the diameter. The engineering of the building itself was very interesting." He continues to describe the construction details, then sighs. "I wonder if it’s still around?"

There is a pause. For 25 years I have tried to fill that silence, but I have never quite figured out what to say. I guess silence goes best there. He is the next one to speak. “You see, even your old-aged father was once part of something important.”

When he says things like that I want to scream. I don’t want to believe that the years can beat away at you like that. I don’t want to know that if enough time passes, you begin to question what was real or who you are. I am unconcerned with what the world thinks of him, but it is devastating to know that he at times thinks less of himself.

We are the same, but we are separated. People don’t see him in me. I wish they would. I walk in with a doctor’s white coat or a suit or my Berkeley sweatshirt and jeans. High heels or sneakers, it doesn’t matter, people always seem impressed with me. “Pediatrician, eh?” they say. “Well, good for you.”

I wonder what people see when they look at him. They don’t see what I see in his smile. Perhaps they see a brown man with a thick accent; perhaps they think, another immigrant cabdriver. Or perhaps it is much worse: Maybe he is a profile-matched terrorist, aligned with some axis of evil. “Another Abd-ool f——-g foreigner,” I once heard someone say.

Sometimes the worst things are not what people say to your face or what they say at all, it is the things that are assumed. I am in line at the grocery store, studying at a cafe, on a plane flying somewhere.

"Her English is excellent; she must have grown up here," I hear a lady whisper. "But why on earth does she wear that thing on her head?"

"Oh, that’s not her fault," someone replies. "Her father probably forces her to wear that."

I am still searching for a quick, biting response to comments like that. The trouble is that things I’d like to say aren’t quick. So I say nothing. I want to take their hands and pull them home with me. Come, meet my father. Don’t look at the wrinkles; don’t look at the scars; don’t mind the hearing aid, or the thick accent. Don’t look at the world’s effect on him; look at his effect on the world. Come into my childhood and hear the lullabies, the warm hand on your shoulder on the worst of days, the silly jokes on mundane afternoons. Come meet the woman he has loved and respected his whole life; witness the confidence he has nurtured in his three daughters. Stay the night; hear his footsteps come in at midnight after a long day’s work. That sound in the middle of the night is his head bowing in prayer although he is exhausted. Granted, the wealth is gone and the legacy unknown, but look at what the bombs did not destroy. Now tell me, am I really oppressed? The question makes me want to laugh. Now tell me, is he really the oppressor? The question makes me want to cry.

At times, I want to throw it all away: the education, the opportunities, the potential. I want to slip into the passenger seat of his cab and say: This is who I am. If he is going to be labeled, then give me those labels too. If you are going to look down on him, than you might as well peer down on me as well. Close this gap. Erase this line. There is no differentiation here. Of all the things I am, of all the things I could ever be, I will never be prouder than to say that I am of him.

I am this cabdriver’s daughter.

A pediatrician takes pride in her Afghan cabdriver father

It’s been four years and this piece still moves me to tears every time. 

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Real JYP dorks Nation part.1

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the-absolute-best-gifs:

whoa I never noticed that before

image

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from-james-to-lily:

skinnyballerinas:

I love Harry’s face. Everyone else just kind of looks down, all serious, but Harry’s like “The fuck kind of school is this?!?”

#sassy harry at it again

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michaelaranda:

Somewhere above Canada

michaelaranda:

Somewhere above Canada