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➜ TMP Season Two Gag Reel

ajeanr:

I live for television gag reels. Especially Mindy bloopers.


The stationWhere I told youI love you

The station
Where I told you
I love you

(via wah-mos)

entertainmentweekly:

Elaine + Tim 4 Ever. 
People who say that money can’t buy happiness just don’t know where to shop.
— Kathy Lette (via observando)
humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

txnk:

tashherz:

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TUMBLR POST EVER.

This. Is. Incredible.

txnk:

tashherz:

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TUMBLR POST EVER.

This. Is. Incredible.

(via teacuptriangles)

nyctaeus:

Mathieu Tremblin, ‘Parking tickets bouquet’ (2013)

(via margaretrose-)

take-me-wasted-im-home:

This person is my hero

take-me-wasted-im-home:

This person is my hero

(via euphoriia-aa)

(via wah-mos)

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via disease)

(via margaretrose-)

Who is to say that robbing a people of its language is less violent than war?
— Gloria E. Anzaldúa (via lonequixote)

(via margaretrose-)

I prefer physical books to eBooks, because an eBook can’t be the solution to a wobbly chair like a real book can.
— Jarod Kintz (via observando)
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
— "You’re not like other girls." Shut the fuck up. (via cutely-perverted)

(via margaretrose-)

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