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wedontdeserveheads:

Stanley Kubrick taking a mirror selfie with his daughter, while Jack Nicholson thought it was a photo of him.

wedontdeserveheads:

Stanley Kubrick taking a mirror selfie with his daughter, while Jack Nicholson thought it was a photo of him.

echowolves:

winchesterlicious:

A self portrait in comic format

spiderwebbedmirror

unamusedsloth:

Darth Vader and Son by Jeffrey Brown

On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
“I did,” said Ford. “It is.”
“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t the people get rid of the lizards?”
“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.”
“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”
“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”
“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”
“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in.
brianmichaelbendis:

A Distraction by Kate Beaton and Bill Crabtree (from Strange Tales II #1)

brianmichaelbendis:

A Distraction by Kate Beaton and Bill Crabtree (from Strange Tales II #1)

The unhappy person is one who has his ideal, the content of his life, the fullness of his consciousness, the essence of his being, in some manner outside of himself. He is always absent, never present to himself.
Kierkegaard “Either/Or”

owlygem:

It’s bug!!

Sleep on bug!!

Hug this bug!!

It’s 55 centimetres!!

Hide money in it’s flaps!!

Hug bug more!!!

IT’S 55 CENTIMETRES!!!!!!

I went to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee. Actually, it was more like half a cup of coffee. I only brewed myself a small pot that night, larger ones were usually reserved for long nights with research papers due the next morning or with a friend. But this Saturday night, which had just turned into a Sunday morning, had been spent in solitude with a book and a jazz album. The coffee wasn’t fantastic. It was cold since I had brewed it a few hours earlier. I didn’t mind it being cold, I wasn’t drinking it for the taste. I was drinking it so I could keep reading. And with the bitter taste of a cup and a half of cold coffee in my mouth, I returned to my book and my jazz.

chztn:

Cynicism IllustratedEduardo Salles

Series of hilarious illustrations by Spanish illustrator Eduardo Salles.

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