HUMOUR REPOSITORY

My name's Trip.
Not originally, obviously, but life is too damn short to have a boring name.

I'm a student at a college
Those places sellin' knowledge
For fifty grand
Because learning
is a designer brand

Anonymous asked: Do you have any facts about the hopeless struggle we call life?

facts-i-just-made-up:

Anonymous asked: will u tell me a story

officialunitedstates:

"You can’t just ride a bear," she said.  "It’s not built for transportation."

I looked at her cowardly face.  “That’s loser talk,” I said.

She was a bit offended but I didn’t care.  I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.

"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.

"No… please, don’t do this."

"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands. 

The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day.  A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.

"What if it bites you?" she protested. 

But I wouldn’t listen.  This was my destiny; this was my fate.  I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike. 

I knew it could sense I was coming.  It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs.  He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold.  I only had my $240 North Face jacket.

"Let’s go.  You and me.  It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted. 

He slowly turned to face me.  Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond.  It was kind of cute for a bear. 

I readied my lasso.  The time was right.  The wind was settled and the air was clear.  It was now or never. 

But I couldn’t do it.  It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before.  I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.

"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.

"That’s loser talk," said the bear.

bombing:

notoadinnc:

bombing:

martial law is when you put your country in the hands of a black belt and marshall law is when you put your country in the hands of someone named marshall and it’s important to not get the two confused

What if it’s a black belt named marshall

double marshall law and nobody makes it out alive

a-mongrel:

tally-art:

New Home Is Where The Internet Is!  Tumblr’s 10-page limit is keeping me from posting the whole thing, so head on over to the webcomic to read the rest (plus a blog post with Paris photos and doodles).

I’m going to Strasbourg tomorrow!!!  I’m so excited.  We might take a day trip into Germany and the Black Forest 8-D AHHHHHH.  Back soon, love and hugs~

-Your friend Tally

as someone who travels a lot and has couch surfed, hitched rides, and visited people from online… this is a wonderful way to approach things. grant it, there is still the importance of being safe while you do it, but life is a lot more interesting when you aren’t living it in fear. it’s funny though, you wouldn’t believe how many times people ask about if i’ve ever had bad experiences while doing this. they also can’t seem to help adding something about my sex in the question. :\ the answer i give them: i’ve only had one bad experience but it is completely overshadowed by the great experiences i’ve had.

(via kyyrin)

guo-jia:

stunningpicture:

After a lot of rain here in FL these baby frogs appeared. They eerily all faced the same direction.

THE RITUAL HAS BEGUN

guo-jia:

stunningpicture:

After a lot of rain here in FL these baby frogs appeared. They eerily all faced the same direction.

THE RITUAL HAS BEGUN

(via ollietwist)

saltwaterliving:

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saltwaterliving:

what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do what do I do

(via ollietwist)

dr-archeville:


hufflepuffsquee:

dangerous-ladies:

escortcube:

You will address me as Captain or Ma’am by Ryoko-demon

It is so exceptionally hard to pull off that cartoony look, but this chick like… knocked it out of the park. Perfection.

OH MY GOD THIS COSPLAYER 





seriously JUST BROWSE HER GALLERY

Hollywood: “But we can’t make the costumes look like they do in the comic books or cartoons!  It’s too unrealistic!”
Me: “Lies!”
Hollywood: “It won’t look right!”
Me: “LIES!”
Hollywood: “Fans demand realism!”
Me: "YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIIIEEESSS!!!!!"

dr-archeville:

hufflepuffsquee:

dangerous-ladies:

escortcube:

You will address me as Captain or Ma’am by Ryoko-demon

It is so exceptionally hard to pull off that cartoony look, but this chick like… knocked it out of the park. Perfection.

OH MY GOD THIS COSPLAYER 

Untouchable by Ryoko-demon

Just follow your heart by Ryoko-demon

Crazy winter by Ryoko-demon

Where are You, Pikachu? by Ryoko-demon

My ferngully by Ryoko-demon

seriously JUST BROWSE HER GALLERY

Hollywood: “But we can’t make the costumes look like they do in the comic books or cartoons!  It’s too unrealistic!”

Me: “Lies!”

Hollywood: “It won’t look right!”

Me: “LIES!”

Hollywood: “Fans demand realism!”

Me: "YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIIIEEESSS!!!!!"

(via kyyrin)

LIGHTS