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Guys, help me

For some reason, a lot of the time when I try to reblog a text post, instead of showing all of it, it only shows some of it and you have to click the link to see the whole thing. Except it’s clearly possible to reblog without this happening, because I’ve seen people do this, because they’re the ones I’m trying to reblog in the first place. What’s the dizzle, and how do I fix this shizzle?

teddypup:

YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN

YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY 17 

DANCING QUEEN, FEEL THE BEAT

OF THE TAMBOURINE OOH YEAAAAH

This is probably going to get quoted in every publication just because I said it. And I’m not even saying anything. I’m not talking about my films, I’m not talking about my life, and I’m not talking about the world. And yet, the media will print it simply because I said it. And at this moment in time, I bet there is an artist around the corner of this hotel, on the street, with a mind far beyond ours, but we will never listen to him simply because he has not appeared in a movie. And that is what is fucked up about our culture.
Robert Downey Jr. (via twiggillypuff)
the avengers?

senor-cactuar:

how about the international justice league of super acquaintances

how to kiss

conversationparade:

[step 1] open your mouth as wide as possible. make sure to stick out your tongue as far as you can, too, since kisses are like, 90% that thing

[step 2] find someone to kiss. you will know they want to kiss because their tongue will also be extended at full length

[step 3] move in for the kill

motherjones:

We learned something new today. Er.
(via)

motherjones:

We learned something new today. Er.

(via)

I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.
An anti-capitalist veteran (via elitc)

random-music:

Dream Theater - Octavarium