Colmos

To think, or not to think.

collegehumor:

HAY BETCHES. It’s Coachella y’all, aka Christmas for Hot People. Time to get pumped, tan, and fucked. Leggo.
The 25 Things You Seriously MUST Do at Coachella
1. Inherit a large sum of money from your sweet dead grandfather who cared about your well-being
2. Shit liquid for a week to fit in those jean shorts
3. Post on Facebook that you’re going (or else it doesn’t count)
4. Download the Hype Machine app and pick a random DJ to try to make out with
5. Buy a tent to Instagram pictures of, then book a driver to take you back to the Embassy Suites
6. Arrive with a gaggle of fringe-topped friends, each of whom you constantly fantasize about murdering and/or publicly shaming in the most vitriolic and malicious way conceivable lol
7. Get a fuckin’ flower crown, congrats
8. Insta that shit
9. Prance around with duck lips for six hours
10. Do Molly with Mischa Barton or whoever the fuck
11. Buy a twelve-dollar lemonade and try not to spill it while seated on the shoulders of some six-packed dim shirtless fuck you met in line for gyros
12. Insta that shit
13. Make out with his barely conscious, balding, WAY too tan friend who’s in sales
14. Oh yeah, see a band I guess idk maybe the Outkasts? Or Hame? When’s Calvin Harris?
15. Shove hundreds of people out of the way in order to take eighty blurry pictures of a DJ on a laptop — just to get that one perfect Instagram pic in sepia with a frame and blurred edges like you’re Annie Fuckin’ Leibowitz
16. Go on the ferris wheel and puke up designer drugs and warm seltzer
17. Make out with stumbling sales guy’s sun-chapped lips again during Skrillex
18. Give your mom’s AmEx to a bearded guy in a leather vest who says he books shows for Lana Del Rey
19. Pass out in Jonah Hill’s arms
20. Insta that shit
21. Spend a day and a half in the medic tent, shitting off heat stroke and six different kinds of poisoning
22. Go home (don’t tip the driver)
23. Post an edited pic on Facebook thanking your friends for the best weekend of your life and how you can’t wait till next year with inside joke hashtags and cropping out your fat friend who pissed you off all weekend
24. Tell your mom to order a new AmEx then sleep for four days
25. Mourn your dead grandfather

collegehumor:

HAY BETCHES. It’s Coachella y’all, aka Christmas for Hot People. Time to get pumped, tan, and fucked. Leggo.

The 25 Things You Seriously MUST Do at Coachella

1. Inherit a large sum of money from your sweet dead grandfather who cared about your well-being

2. Shit liquid for a week to fit in those jean shorts

3. Post on Facebook that you’re going (or else it doesn’t count)

4. Download the Hype Machine app and pick a random DJ to try to make out with

5. Buy a tent to Instagram pictures of, then book a driver to take you back to the Embassy Suites

6. Arrive with a gaggle of fringe-topped friends, each of whom you constantly fantasize about murdering and/or publicly shaming in the most vitriolic and malicious way conceivable lol

7. Get a fuckin’ flower crown, congrats

8. Insta that shit

9. Prance around with duck lips for six hours

10. Do Molly with Mischa Barton or whoever the fuck

11. Buy a twelve-dollar lemonade and try not to spill it while seated on the shoulders of some six-packed dim shirtless fuck you met in line for gyros

12. Insta that shit

13. Make out with his barely conscious, balding, WAY too tan friend who’s in sales

14. Oh yeah, see a band I guess idk maybe the Outkasts? Or Hame? When’s Calvin Harris?

15. Shove hundreds of people out of the way in order to take eighty blurry pictures of a DJ on a laptop — just to get that one perfect Instagram pic in sepia with a frame and blurred edges like you’re Annie Fuckin’ Leibowitz

16. Go on the ferris wheel and puke up designer drugs and warm seltzer

17. Make out with stumbling sales guy’s sun-chapped lips again during Skrillex

18. Give your mom’s AmEx to a bearded guy in a leather vest who says he books shows for Lana Del Rey

19. Pass out in Jonah Hill’s arms

20. Insta that shit

21. Spend a day and a half in the medic tent, shitting off heat stroke and six different kinds of poisoning

22. Go home (don’t tip the driver)

23. Post an edited pic on Facebook thanking your friends for the best weekend of your life and how you can’t wait till next year with inside joke hashtags and cropping out your fat friend who pissed you off all weekend

24. Tell your mom to order a new AmEx then sleep for four days

25. Mourn your dead grandfather

collegehumor:

Batman and Bain Can’t Understand Each Other

It’s the audio quality we deserve.

(Source: youtube.com)

jungleindierock:

ASTR - R U With Me

likey it.

modcloth:

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lulubonanza:

Legend Of Sleepy Hollow Storyboards
Drawn By
Mary Blair

(Source: colorfulanimationexpressions.blogspot.com, via vintage-visuals)

babylonfalling:

Emory Douglas for The Black Panther (1967)

babylonfalling:

Emory Douglas for The Black Panther (1967)

modcloth:

Try this easy DIY project for your next soirée! 

unhistorical:

July 14, 1789: A Paris mob storms the Bastille.

The storming of the Bastille, a fortress-prison in Paris, was one of the key events and iconic moments of the early years of the French Revolution. When King Louis XVI ascended the throne of France in 1774, the government was deeply in debt as a result of colonial wars, and this debt worsened as France threw its support - and money - behind the American rebels in their war against the British crown. Famine was widespread, as was a general malaise, leading to the summoning of the Estates General to discuss the status of the nation. Disgruntled members of the Third Estate formed the National Assembly in June of 1789 and signed the Tennis Court Oath on June 20. When Jacques Necker, the king’s finance minister with some desire to appease the commoners with reform, was dismissed, mobs in Paris began to riot, believing that the king and royal forces meant to shut down the newly-formed National Constituent Assembly. 

They soon directed their anger at the relatively lightly guarded medieval fortress of Bastille, both a symbol of monarchical despotism and power in addition to a storage place for tens of thousands of pounds of gunpowder, which the revolutionaries intended to seize. By the early hours of July 14, a large armed mob had gathered outside the prison and prepared to storm the building. By the early afternoon, the Bastille’s military governor had surrendered the building, arms, and ammunition; he, along with other defenders of the prison, were beaten and killed by the mob, their heads raised above the crowd and paraded through the streets. 

Ninety-nine people died during the attack itself. The King, meanwhile, had been away at hunt; when he exclaimed that there had been a revolt upon learning of the fall of the Bastille, he was met with a reply from one member of the Estates-General and a social reformer: “Non, sire, c’est une révolution”. On August 26, 1789, the National Constituent Assembly adopted the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen

(via historyofeurope)

collegehumor:

Yay or Nay: Should You Go to College?

Ahhhh education schmedication.  Thats a word right?

I say NAY! My current job could have been achieved w/o my debt. OH I guess I did get some OKAY book recommendations from professors… but that is about it.

babylonfalling:

Channel One: Underground Television
TV is a powerful psychedelic force, that’s obvious, a real mind-fuck. Given its predilection for mind-fucking, it’s odd that the Psychedelic Generation has done so little with the boob tube. Anti-Americanism, too, has its faults. Anyway, television has run amok through the Western collective unconscious for too long now; it’s high time it was chained, disciplined, made to serve humanity; and, with its unparalleled facility for involving the viewer in an environment of near-total participation, what is there to keep it from emerging as THE psychedelic shrine?
With this is mind, Channel One has been established.
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babylonfalling:

Channel One: Underground Television

TV is a powerful psychedelic force, that’s obvious, a real mind-fuck. Given its predilection for mind-fucking, it’s odd that the Psychedelic Generation has done so little with the boob tube. Anti-Americanism, too, has its faults. Anyway, television has run amok through the Western collective unconscious for too long now; it’s high time it was chained, disciplined, made to serve humanity; and, with its unparalleled facility for involving the viewer in an environment of near-total participation, what is there to keep it from emerging as THE psychedelic shrine?

With this is mind, Channel One has been established.

Continues

good:

Video: What if Gender Roles in Advertising Were Reversed?
Pete(r) Karinen wrote in Business, Media and Advertising

Advertising would feel slightly more ridiculous if men were sexualized the way women are… but only slightly.

collegehumor:

Jake and Amir: Girls

Always dissing, never kissing.