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thewantedfacts:

Glad You Came - With Violin 

SPEECHLESS

The chorus is magnificent and I love how he smiles as he plays!!! *U*

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Seriously, just take three minutes and acknowledge this beautiful young brother and his talent. It’s worth it.

One of mt favorite things about human beings is when you can really SEE how much passion and love a person has for something.

Forever reblog

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“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”

Elbert Hubbard (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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sophieowls:

DOMESTICATED TIGER DOMESTICATED TIGER.

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ladyjenevia:

thehamsteroflife:


Wringing out a washcloth in space

He looks so frustrated

ladyjenevia:

thehamsteroflife:

Wringing out a washcloth in space

He looks so frustrated

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troyes-fan-girl:

alpha-toothless:

rhinse:

crushes are terrible

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This is the best one

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dennys:

nonstaff:

What’s up with the denny’s tumblr? Does a national restaurant chain really need to post such stupid stuff?

I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

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ordon-village:

stunningpicture:

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

ordon-village:

stunningpicture:

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

(via peoplecallmeadreamer)

thepoeticunderground:

I wish this writers block would go away! Nothing is coming naturally at the moment. Please stick with me though guys!

thepoeticunderground:

I wish this writers block would go away! Nothing is coming naturally at the moment. Please stick with me though guys!

unitedstatesoftony:

im a social vegan

i avoid meet

(via partyintheurl)

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.

- George R.R. Martin (via bookishintervention)

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justplainsomething:

Bob’s Burgers gets it.

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