Brain Fuzzies

where 'ships come to sink

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timedinfinity:

artigosaurus:

queen-of-dork:

i-am-a-cat-eins-zwei-drei:

debisanacronym1:

WHY ARE NONE OF YOU FUCKERS FLIPPING SHIT?!?

NASA HAS DECLARED PLUTO A PLANET AGAIN

IT HAS MOONS!!!!! IT HAS MOONS!!!!!!!

WHAT. WHAT! PLUTO YOU FUCKING DID IT!

VIVA LA PLUTO, YOU DID IT!!!

As sad as it is, this just isn’t true. A poll in Time Magazine of its subscribers said that the people consider it a planet, but NASA is still firm on its declassification.  Sorry. :(

Aw. Damn.

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Royals, A's and the maddening nature of baseball

Baseball baseball baseball baseball. The baseball that baseballed the baseball baseballing was a baseball baseball. The American League Wild Card Game was baseball. It was baseball and baseball and baseball, everything good about baseball. It was a lead going back and forth, managers making decisions we could argue about and players making decisions we could celebrate. It was the eternal promise of a game without a clock, the cliché of a baseball purist revealing its roots and showing us how it became a cliché. It was a home team celebrating in front of fans who have waited too damned long to celebrate.

Baseball.

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FAVORITE FILMS ⇨ THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939)

"Well, some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?"

The Scarecrow and Dorothy were my first OTP. I was three, I had no idea what shipping was, I didn’t know where babies came from, I didn’t care about her age or that he is made of straw. Their love was deep and pure and I wanted her to go back to Oz so they could be together forever.

28 years later and I still basically feel the same.

(Source: wandamaxmioff, via afigureofspeech)

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The people who lament the lack of gatekeepers online are generally the people who used to hold keys.