What the Bloomin' Ginger.

there’s covers 

but then there’s bastille covers

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piertotum-locomottor:

youvegottthelove:

im-just-a-match-in-water:

toyoungtolivethisway:

officialalltimelow:

Press play and enjoy fuckers.

holy

At first I’m just like “it’s fucking clapping, I don’t ca-” and then he began to sing and I took in such a deep breath my uncle had to make sure I was ok.

GOOD BYE FRIENDS I AM GONE

If you don’t reblog an acoustic version of My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘Em Up), something is wrong with you.

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“I think for many boys, it’s intimidating when a woman has standards and holds him to it. I know dependent on whose listening, this can get misconstrued but: by “standards,” I don’t mean she’s asking for anything unrealistic and by “holds him to it,” I don’t mean when those expectations aren’t met, she raises her voice and throws a tantrum. What I mean is that she has enough strength within herself to matter of factly say: “I’ve set a bar of what I need from you that you can’t seem to meet continuously. You’re not planning on changing anytime soon and I’m not planning on re-prioritizing my needs anytime soon.” Then she leaves, just like that. There’s no war, there’s no rapture, there’s no other man involved, it’s just called a woman who knows what she deserves and uses her right to leave anytime she wants. And for some reason that scares the shit out of most boys…And that’s why those ones are wrong for you…They haven’t learned how to grow up yet and it’s never your job to teach them.”

—   My best friend, Paul  (via th3gr0wnupchild)

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johannathemad:

gross sobbing

johannathemad:

gross sobbing

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loppington:

After about a year I’ve finally got my scanner working again! 
I remember being amused when I found out that the word ‘Cherub’ is incorrectly used to describe adorable chubby flying babies (the correct word is apparently ‘Putti’?). And that Cherubim are actually terrifying harbingers of gods wrath so I mixed them up a bit.
I want to research iconography more and use it in my art because reasons.

loppington:

After about a year I’ve finally got my scanner working again! 

I remember being amused when I found out that the word ‘Cherub’ is incorrectly used to describe adorable chubby flying babies (the correct word is apparently ‘Putti’?). And that Cherubim are actually terrifying harbingers of gods wrath so I mixed them up a bit.

I want to research iconography more and use it in my art because reasons.

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theyoungdoyley:

Clothes Swap Jam Session - Steven Universe and Gene Belcher

theyoungdoyley:

Clothes Swap Jam Session - Steven Universe and Gene Belcher

bunnywithacape:

'Olay?'
‘Olay.’
The Fault In Our Sombreros.

Nacho average love story.

i took my mother to see this movie for her birthday and accidentally started laughing really loud while everyone else was crying

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When the chocolate chips are actually raisins.

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We’ve all heard it. We’ve come home from tear-inducing, locker-slamming days, from long snickering stares and not-so-casual averted gazes, to this:

'Normal? That's just a setting on the dryer.'

Eight-year-old you with the glasses, twelve-year-old you with the comics collection, we all wanted to smack the speaker just then. A cheerful, dismissive wave of a dad-ism, a camaraderie so forced between generations it made us want to wince.

Still, let’s be honest. Years later — choosing our own lens frames, comics neatly stacked against one wall — we adopted it. We ripped our denimed knees and topped our exams proudly with hard-to-spell names. We reveled in the illusion of singularity. We were desperate for some sign we weren’t succumbing to that dreaded nemesis, Normal; for the rollercoaster every YA novel told us we should be on.

But I am here to say I want off the ride.

Last night I realized I am almost twenty years old. For much of my life I’ve imagined a figurative blue and white tag stuck to my front: Hello, I am UNIQUE. I crave the soar of a pop-punk soundtrack to every fumbled kiss, the way crying so hard you retch is like swallowing jagged steel.

But I never realized until now that even a dryer has madness tumbling around inside. You leave too much in the filter, and everything can go up in flames. When its water is spent, it gives a distress call from the depths of a basement no one inhabits, that it takes ages for someone to hear.

I am already the dryer. I’ve been whirling around in it all along. And I want to change the setting.

—   The Dryer Generation - P.B. (via medleypond)

thank you to literally every person who asked the 67 yo man i was working with if I was his helper. Thank you so much for assuming i was working for him, when in reality, we were co-workers, working together to check each other’s work to prevent mistakes. Thank you for assuming that he knew more than I did on account of his age. Thank you so much for reducing me to my most obvious characteristic: my age. Just thank you, so much