tagged → #cat #omg

whatamidoingeven:

sometimes I forget that someone I know in real life follows me on here

hi

how are you

hope your enjoying me talking about fictional characters fucking 

So there’s a mollusk, and a sea cucumber….

hippieslovesunshine:

The mollusk walks up, well. not walks up, SWIMS up and says, well.. he doesn’t talk.. Alright, lemme start over.

tagged → #whale
jhenne-bean:

babybutta:

dmolech:

I did a thing for a contest and I think it turned out pretty durn cute

Well I hope you fucking win because this is a win!

I LOVE THIS A WHOLE LOT.

jhenne-bean:

babybutta:

dmolech:

I did a thing for a contest and I think it turned out pretty durn cute

Well I hope you fucking win because this is a win!

I LOVE THIS A WHOLE LOT.

tagged → #Disney #art

watching frozen on a bus full of theater students

yeAH

G’night

"Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman."
— John Berger, from Keeping A Rendezvous  (via violentwavesofemotion)

whitegirlsaintshit:

imsoshive:

Your regular voice vs your proper voice.

such a Nola girl

mishasminions:

IS IT HOT IN HERE OR CAN I JUST FRY AN EGG ON SEBASTIAN STAN’S BODY

meladoodle:

*forgets what im talking about halfway through a sentence*

so that steve/bucky fanmix i reblogged has gone from emotional indie songs about long lost loves and longing and insomnia

to straight up sex songs. 

philcoulson:

purrsikat:

wat are you doing tho

freakzter:

spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life

freakzter:

spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life

sunrainstarsmoon:

I want you to know that hatred
doesn’t come easy for me.  It’s more
slow burn than nuclear fission, and even then
I let go more often
than I care to hold on.  The effort
of exertion has a price, and I never dreamed
it’d be worth it
until I first felt the urge
to knock your teeth in
and hit until the skin of my knuckles
was shining slick with blood.

I’m sorry I wanted to
make you cry, even if I thought
you deserved it,
at the time.  There is something
untamed in me, some untapped
vindictiveness, and I’m not sure
that I’m ashamed of my
ferocious tendency to light up
like enemy fire
in the presence of gunpowder.

Forgive my asking, because
I’m supposed to be past
it, and I know I don’t really
have the right,
not after all,
but why did you do it?

Even now, my curiosity
is a fierce and
breathing thing.

poetry battle: sunrainstarsmoon v ccmadbox

round 1: letter to someone you used to hate + word: “ferocious”