Lol yea this is from The Walking Dead, right before a lady turned into a zombieThis is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.
fuck i love this.
isnt this from that movie, walking dead or something? the DMC mark is even in the corner? w h a t
I wonder what that picture is on his watch?…Omg his muscles!
^ THIS.
I mean…..damn Michael. UNF.
(via imgTumble)Reblog if you had no idea mooses were this big.
reblog if you had no idea no one knows the plural form of moose
reblog if meese
Meese if reblog if meeses moose mice moose
mooseblog if mices mooses meese mouse.
Moose.
Reblog if meese.
Moosen! They live in the woodsenen!
A moose bit my sister once
There were many much moosen in the woods, the woodes, the woodsen.
(via imgTumble)MmmHmmm.
THIS THIS THIS. All biracial/light skinned children. And when you put them all up there like that, Paris really does look a lot like her Dad!
Actually JFK died on Nov. 22 1963 and Marilyn died on Aug. 5 1962…there is no way he could have been with her…Mindfuck
(via imgTumble)Holy shit
GUYS, WE ARE FUCKING TINY.
the more i look at this, the scarier it is
forever fucking reblog. This is probably the most interesting/awesome thing I’ve ever seen on tumblr, LOL *__*
MIND BLOWN
Me siento peor que una hormiga! :| Wow, impresiona la verdad.
Y despues hay gente que no cree que exista vida en otro planeta… eso no significa que vengan y nos invadan y blablabla like a película de acción (? pero que existe tiene que existir…
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i think this is one of the most interesting things
(via imgTumble)“Trouble seemed to stalk him. Ironically, my brother’s most terrifying encounter was with someone who didn’t even know who he was. She and Michael were visiting her mother and stepfather in Alabama, accompanied by Bill Bray. Michael and Bill went driving one afternoon, and stopped at a gas station. While Bill used the restroom, Michael browsed in a small shop next door. When Bill came out, he was surprised to find Michael gone. “Where are you, Joker?” he called out, using his pet name for my brother.
Suddenly he heard, “Help! Help!” It was Michael, yelling from inside the store. Bursting through the door, Bill saw my brother curled up on the floor and a white man kicking him viciously in the head and stomach, screaming with blood curdling venom, “I hate all of you! I hate you!” Over and over he called Michael a nigger.
Bill, a tall, middle aged black man, subdued the attacker and helped up Michael, who was crying and bleeding from several deep cuts. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
“He tried to steal a candy bar!” the man claimed, pointing at my brother. “I saw him put something in his pocket!”
“No, I didn’t!” Michael protested.
“Yes, you did!”
“Wait a minute,” Bill said skeptically. “He doesn’t even like candy and he doesn’t steal. Why would he steal a candy bar?”
It was obvious then that Michael’s attacker had no idea who he was. As far as he was concerned, this was just another black person – another nigger – to abuse. Bill rushed Michael to a local hospital to have his cuts and bruises tended to.
Mother called us from Alabama to tell us what had happened and we all cried in anger and sadness. How could this kind of thing still happen? If Bill hadn’t been with Michael, he might have been killed. Jermaine was livid, threatening to fly to Alabama and take the law into his own hands. It took some time to persuade him that vigilantism was no way to handle the matter.
Instead, a lawsuit was filed against the store owner. Two girls standing outside had witnessed the beating and one offered to testify on Michael’s behalf. We felt very strongly that racial violence must be stopped, but unfortunately, justice did not prevail in this case. The racist harbored no regrets. In fact, discovering that the black man he’d assaulted was a celebrity only inflamed his hatred. Now he threatened to kill Michael. Bill convinced us that this person was mad, that the threat was quite serious, and that it was better for everyone to drop the action. None of us was happy about this, but there was really no choice.”
- La Toya Jackson’s Autiobiography (via: http://rhythmofthetide.com/michael-jacksons-experience-racism/)
