Wrong movie, darling.
I didn’t get it at first, but then I saw it…
OMG WRONG BLOG BUT STILL RLLY HOT
THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME I’VE SEEN THIS POST AND I JUST NOW REALIZED WHAT IS WRONG
gosh thor followed me into the bathroom
and the whole time i was trying to concentrate, he just sat there in the bathtub, very loudly licking his butt.
oh my god I forgot that your cat is named thor so I actually thought you meant like god of thunder thor and holy shit the mental images
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what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING SHITTING ME
literally a minute in and I have to reblog it already.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence
z1c:
being 20+ on tumblr
thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend:
My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.
