This Tumblr site shows the aftermath of fatalities, from a woman seemingly sleeping in the folds of a car roof after throwing herself off the the top of the Empire State Building, to the slumped body of gangster Bugsy Seagal shot through the eye, to the bloody back seat of the limousine JFK took his last ride in. Because they are nearly all black and white and far away in time, they are not as gory as you might first think.
We humans think we’re particularly good at being dicks, but just because we have the weapons and tools that exacerbate dickishness, doesn’t mean animals can’t be total dicks too, as this blog proves.
Yes, you read that right. The blog’s byline is: ‘A loving gaze cast upon the grandmother wearing dayglow jeggings and a visor’. And the About section simply says: ‘I am not a racist’.
Well, it is Movember, but heck, even the proliferation of facial hair around the streets of Austin, Sydney, New York, Newcastle, and beyond haven’t prepared us for this rampant silliness: ‘Where men meets moustaches meets hair meets moustaches meets hair meets MOUSTAIR‘. Ah. Now I get it.
Abandoned undergarments, misplaced notes, and a pathetic stuffed animals are just a few of the sad things you might find on the sidewalk in your daily travels. There’s a Tumblr for everything and Sad Stuff on the Street is a sarcastically fun one started by New York author, Sloane Crosley. Submit your own photos of sad stuff. It’s surprisingly satisfying.
Ok, the internet may have only been invented so that people can look at pictures of cute kittens doing things without public ridicule. But there is nothing wrong with that, especially when you can combine the gorgeous feline with music. This tumblr is incredible. I have never giggled so much at my computer screen. It also becomes a rather fun game, yelling out what cover they are covering before your buddies. The Velvet Underground banana kitten is by far my favourite, though. Too cute.
Whoever said Goth is dead failed to inform these people. This blog is vivid proof that Goth is very much alive — I mean, undead — and kicking, in style. So if sinister sisters and brooding brothers tickle your fancy, cast a glance at this virtual necropolis. Don’t forget your parasol. I hear they’re praying for rain.
About nine months ago, I really wanted a puppy. We had already decided he would be a cavoodle named Lupe Mckee, and that he would be cuddly and fun and have a happy disposition. These days, whilst I would still love to have a fluffy little Lupe to look after, I have come to accept that owning a pet is an unrealistic dream: I can’t look after a plant, let alone an animal, right now.
I was ready to hate on this video accompaniment to the Tumblr Hot Chicks of Occupy Wall Street for being sexist, and a lot of people have, but I actually find it a bit inspiring. I think it’s done tastefully, and the beauty of these women lies more in their words, actions, and sense of [...]
We are more than willing to overlook that unfortunate stint he had with the Mickey Mouse Club because The Gos-meister reigns supreme. He loves his ma, he breaks up street fights, and the boy can actually act.