Misfit Toys

Photobucket
Tue Jun 18
swagjustice: pulitzerprincess: looks like some of y’all will have a little problem next year  #why blaze it when you can praise it This happened in 2003. During my sophomore year of college, my highschool sweetheart and I went to Amsterdam for Spring Break. He got me high on mushrooms for the first time on our last day and broke up with me after they kicked in. It was horrible. I had nowhere safe and comfortable to go and then we had a 16 hour flight home together. After that day I couldn’t sleep or eat. I was useless in class and life in general. Finally, my friend Seamus invited my best friend and I over to a pot luck Pot Luck on 4/20. The house was crammed full of people and food. Not like chips and dip- there was a turkey, pot roast, gourmet salads, homemade pies, you name it, it was there. At 4pm people began assembling- both themselves in comfortable positions and their equipment in all it’s detailed array. And I saw more smoking apparti than I’d ever seen before or since. Bubblers, one hitters, bongs, gravity bongs, Js, spliffs, vapes, piples, bowls, hookahs, fucking oragami shit, and every fucking blend you could dream over. At 4:10 everyone loads up and makes their last trip to the bathroom or whatever. At 4:19:50 Seamus began a countdown, and at 4:20 the air was pulled out of the house as 60 people all inhaled in unison. And as they held their collective breath, Séa yelled “Now call your parents and wish them a Happy Easter!” I can’t describe the sound of all those people laughing and coughing and spitting. I was too busy with it myself. And then I saw a tin of blondies. Sari handed me one. I ate another. I looked at her guiltily and dived in. We quickly destroyed the tin. She took me on a tour of the kitchen eventually and then made sure I got home and in bed. And I slept. Finally fed and relieved of my immense sadness for a few minutes I slept. I slept for almost 2 days. Fucking Easter resurrection shit.

swagjustice:

pulitzerprincess:

looks like some of y’all will have a little problem next year 

#why blaze it when you can praise it

This happened in 2003.

During my sophomore year of college, my highschool sweetheart and I went to Amsterdam for Spring Break. He got me high on mushrooms for the first time on our last day and broke up with me after they kicked in. It was horrible. I had nowhere safe and comfortable to go and then we had a 16 hour flight home together. After that day I couldn’t sleep or eat. I was useless in class and life in general.

Finally, my friend Seamus invited my best friend and I over to a pot luck Pot Luck on 4/20. The house was crammed full of people and food. Not like chips and dip- there was a turkey, pot roast, gourmet salads, homemade pies, you name it, it was there.

At 4pm people began assembling- both themselves in comfortable positions and their equipment in all it’s detailed array. And I saw more smoking apparti than I’d ever seen before or since. Bubblers, one hitters, bongs, gravity bongs, Js, spliffs, vapes, piples, bowls, hookahs, fucking oragami shit, and every fucking blend you could dream over. At 4:10 everyone loads up and makes their last trip to the bathroom or whatever. At 4:19:50 Seamus began a countdown, and at 4:20 the air was pulled out of the house as 60 people all inhaled in unison. And as they held their collective breath, Séa yelled

“Now call your parents and wish them a Happy Easter!”

I can’t describe the sound of all those people laughing and coughing and spitting. I was too busy with it myself. And then I saw a tin of blondies. Sari handed me one. I ate another. I looked at her guiltily and dived in. We quickly destroyed the tin. She took me on a tour of the kitchen eventually and then made sure I got home and in bed.

And I slept.

Finally fed and relieved of my immense sadness for a few minutes I slept. I slept for almost 2 days.

Fucking Easter resurrection shit.

(via wannabekiwi)

Comments (View)

machinegunmiddlefingers:

If I could eat almonds with anyone who ever lived, I would want to do it with the guy who almost died from cyanide poisoning after eating a few almonds, who got so mad that instead of never eating almonds again he said “fuck you, almond” and cultivated the poison out of them. Bet that guy was really badass.

Comments (View)

(Source: branduponthebrain)

Comments (View)

scarymarymoon:

Deftones - Change (In the House of Flies)

(via decimare)

Comments (View)
Mon Jun 17
iheartar: <3 <3 <3 I feel the love

iheartar:

<3 <3 <3

I feel the love

Comments (View)

branduponthebrain:

Clash of the Titans (Desmond Davis, 1981)

Comments (View)

heinekenrana:

true-crime-101:

HH Holmes

Jack the Ripper’s American contemporary, this serial killer confessed to 27 murders in the late 1890’s. He is regarded as America’s first documented serial killer. Very notorious in his own day, Dr. Holmes has been largely forgotten.

Born Herman Mudgett in New Hampshire, by the time he graduated medical school he was already an accomplished insurance swindler. He moved to Chicago as Dr. H. H. Holmes and established himself as a druggist.

He built a large gothic residence that he called “The Castle.” It was a maze of sound-proof rooms, secret hallways, hidden staircases, fake walls, and trap doors. He rented out rooms to young female tourists during the Chicago World’s Fair, and many of these women were never seen again. 

Due to his use of a built-in crematorium and lime pit, as well as the hush-hush sales of human skeletons to Medical Schools by Dr. Holmes, it is unknown how many people actually died at his hands. Some estimates put the number of his victims somewhere around 200 young women.

On May 7, 1896 Dr. Holmes died for his crimes by hanging.

Fun fact: He also asked that he be buried in such a way that no one could dig him up and study him. Pretty funny considering he did a lot of anatomical study on those he murdered.

All-time favorite serial killer

(via kayfabe)

Comments (View)

HOW I FEEL WHEN PEOPLE TRY TO SPEAK TO ME ON A MONDAY MORNING

howdoiputthisgently:

(via accio-rollerskates)

Comments (View)

Period Costume Porn
» The Fall (requested by brilliancejoybloom)


Misfit’s Monday Theme:

That story was just a trick to get you to do something for me.

(Source: ondyne, via arseniccupcakes)

Comments (View)

stoopidsarah:

The Fall Behind the Scenes: Lee’s Method Acting

Lee Pace spent the two months it took to film The Fall’s hospital scenes a wheelchair. Only a select few of the crew knew that he could actually walk.

“It was hard (…) but it was about getting that performance out of Catinca, and making her feel comfortable with me, and putting the mood on set that she would be sensitive to. I do think it was valuable, because it caught a level of realism in those scenes with Catinca, a privacy and sensitivity that I don’t know we would have gotten without doing it.”

Misfit’s Monday Theme:

That story was just a trick to get you to do something for me.

(via iheartar)

Comments (View)