greater-than-the-sword:

patron-saint-of-smart-asses:

mylifewithfel:

gottalovesteak:

how-to-be-a-sad-bitch:

monkeysaysficus:

monstercub:

Wtf is that? A storm elemental?

Ball lightning fuck me all the way up

Excuse me what the fuck is this

you literally captured whats called “ball lightning” which is the rarest form of lighting

its so rare that we dont even know how it forms other than by heat, static electricity, and humidity

storm elemental it is

look guys this is how nature-based deities and spirits come about this is ridiculous

Are you aware that the first-ever video footage of ball lightning outside a laboratory was taken in 2014 and there are only like 3 or 4 videos like this in existence and this might be the most close-up one

targuzzler:

big-boss-official:

targuzzler:

fedoras are bad, yeah, but occasionally you’ll find someone attractive enough to pull it off. a top hat, though? a top hat makes you look like a total asshole no matter who you are

say it to his face

well hey who wants to help me dig my own grave. i also need assistance carving out “HERE LIES A WRONG AND MASSIVE DUMBASS” on my tombstone so if someone could do that for me that’d be super

this image by j.c. leyendecker is the absolute epitome of wlw/mlm solidarity

astrotheology:

image

look at the two of them. dressed to the nines. silks from france and cotton from egypt. chanel on them both. they’re at a party neither of them was invited to, but so damn good looking that no one in their right mind would turn them away at the door. the woman – titties free under that dress, scoping out women in salacious flapper dresses in gloves created from 100,000 insects’ life work. the man – smoking a cigarette he took out from the mouth of one of the millionaires at the party, saying nothing but giving him a slow smile and a wink. the flower in his lapel is fake. dying plants in your clothing is such a hideous fashion. the both of them haven’t spoken to anyone there, though everyone has tried. they stand on the stairs staring at the heterosexual proles gathered below them together, and the two of them wonder if those fools realize that they’re outclassed, that in every way, they’ve been outdone. they leave early with a bottle of champagne in each fist, and no one stops them.