Without music, life would B-flat

nrgsecrets:

I had this dream last night that I was reading a newspaper and the front page headline read ‘CLONE SHEEP DOLLY FOUND TO HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN TATIANA MASLANY’ and I turned to my cat (who was having her morning cup of coffee like that’s a thing) and I said “she really pulled the wool over our eyes”

(via prioritiesoffire)

xxvalleygirlxx:

illumahottie:

PLEASE

This shit so accurate that I’m sitting in silence

xxvalleygirlxx:

illumahottie:

PLEASE

This shit so accurate that I’m sitting in silence

(via prioritiesoffire)

aethermage:

The continent of Africa is naturally shaped like a Fibonacci spiral.

aethermage:

The continent of Africa is naturally shaped like a Fibonacci spiral.

(via whitneyyyyyyy)

barachiki:

goodcopbaecop:

Sherlock Holmes is the world’s first consulting detective, but can he deduct why kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?

#im actually tagging this b/c i NEED TO KNOW

image

You see but you do not observe.

(via finalproblem)

hawkeye-clintandkate:

allofthegayships:

necessary-sass:

askthesassyangelcastiel:

theradiantlin:

pop-punkbrokemyheart:

thebestpersonherelovesbucky:

mellyblue007:

purrdence:

fahre:

emeraldembers:

splend42:

chickgonebad:

glenniebun:

bisexualwhovian:

kultarakas:

charmancler:

madscienceoverlord:

Rejoice In My Ass

i don’t like you, whatsoever in my ass

Stranger In A Strange Land…..in my ass?? lmao

To Build a Home … in my ass? Doesn’t sound comfy.

How to Disappear Completely in My Ass

Love You Like a Love Song in My Ass

Phineas Gage In My Ass … um …

Enter Deep Roads in my ass

Take My Hand in my ass.

The Winter Soldier in my ass.

Demons In My Ass….oh no…

sky full of stars in my ass…well shit

Shake it off in my ass

Stay High in my ass

Happy Birthday in my ass 

you are the moon in my ass

Up in the Air in my ass

Cool Kids in my ass 

Hooked on a feeling in my ass

hawkeye-clintandkate:

allofthegayships:

necessary-sass:

askthesassyangelcastiel:

theradiantlin:

pop-punkbrokemyheart:

thebestpersonherelovesbucky:

mellyblue007:

purrdence:

fahre:

emeraldembers:

splend42:

chickgonebad:

glenniebun:

bisexualwhovian:

kultarakas:

charmancler:

madscienceoverlord:

Rejoice In My Ass

i don’t like you, whatsoever in my ass

Stranger In A Strange Land…..in my ass?? lmao

To Build a Home … in my ass? Doesn’t sound comfy.

How to Disappear Completely in My Ass

Love You Like a Love Song in My Ass

Phineas Gage In My Ass … um …

Enter Deep Roads in my ass

Take My Hand in my ass.

The Winter Soldier in my ass.

Demons In My Ass….oh no…

sky full of stars in my ass…well shit

Shake it off in my ass

Stay High in my ass

Happy Birthday in my ass 

you are the moon in my ass

Up in the Air in my ass

Cool Kids in my ass 

Hooked on a feeling in my ass

(Source: hyolights)

HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY, F.R.I.E.N.D.S!

September 22nd, 1994

(Source: princesconsuela, via hawkeye-clintandkate)

volcainist:

allteensrelate:

seeing your one successful post on your dash like
image

(via hawkeye-clintandkate)

m0xt:

Imagine being the kid that got benched so your coach could put Airbud the fucking dog in the game

(via hawkeye-clintandkate)

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:



“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”




the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

galactic-kat:

wasarahbi:

emes:

leeantsypantsy:

all-aboutqoqo:

“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”

the last sentence

lmao what

There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.

(Source: moda-pura, via hawkeye-clintandkate)