there is no reason for “sean” to be pronounced “shawn”

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BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.

gonna put it on my dick


This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.

I would send messages in morse code

magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.

Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta


life is so hard when you have twenty tv shows to watch

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i’m pretty sure you created tron


Welcome to the grid

Greetings, Programs!
Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.
- (via earthvibrations)

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إذا تم العقل نقص الكلام
The smarter you get the less you speak
- Arabic Proverb (via those-unsaidwords)

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space is so weird. space is Fucked Up. you know how when you’re playing a video game and you glitch and you fall through the map and you’re like ‘everything in here is fucked up and i shouldn’t be here.’ that’s space.

(via quakebeats)

I love all the dogs in my family. Trouble and Boston are suhcyuteee #dogs #AlaskanKleeKai #shibainu

It’s a 70 degree day in Seattle and yet my dog is melting

This is a representation of a healthy relationship; equally nourishing one another and allowing each lovers mind to blossom freely all the while being supportive and naturally developing similar flowering thoughts and beliefs along the way. 
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
- Anne Lamott  (via floricawild)

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