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whatever that woman is dumb. i’d love to understand birds even if all they’re saying is “HEY HEY HEY HEY”
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Petition to get the “Will Graham Slam” on the menu at Denny’s
GOODBYE FRIENDS I AM GONE
i work for BuzzFeed and i’ve never listened to a Kanye West album in my life.
Surprise flowers from a friend.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
I messaged Denny’s to tell them that the Hannibal tumblr just overtook them as my favorite branded tumblr and this happened.
UPDATE: OHMYGOD IT GOT BETTER
YO I JUST MESSAGED THE HANNIBAL TUMBLR AND WAS LIKE “I HAVENT SEEN TONIGHT’S EPISODE BUT YOU’RE KILLING ME. PS I DESPERATELY WANT THE BEER TO BE PEOPLE” AND THEY JUST MESSAGED ME BACK AND I CANNOT EVEN
“If”
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
-Rudyard Kipling
HAIRLESS GUINEA PIGS
