while my prof was setting up for his lecture…
Can I have his recipes?
All of those file names are beautiful…
Bitch, I’m fabulous.
if you follow the paintbrush with your eyes while not moving your head, it forces you to use emdr which is a therapeutic technique to calm anxiety/panic. watching fish swim causes the same effect.
Any INVADER ZIM fans, and fans of Lucille Bliss’s long, varied career in general will be sad to hear of her passing last week. We have her to thank for making Miss Bitters sound so wonderfully bitter.
I may have just died of laughing too much
this is literally how I sing Disney songs sometimes hahaha
…how do you watch a Disney movie without doing this?
THIS GUY. MY FAVORITE.
emphasis mine, because seriously, how?
perfect facial expressions
I’m a little frightened but completely entertained.
When he does Cruella I fall over. I FALL OVER.
This guy’s face is making me laugh much harder than it probably should. haha.
“See how the breeding shows….UHHH!”
Omfg, I busted a gut.
Hahaha it’s impossible not to be overdramatic while listening to disney music!
I’m laughing so hard, tears are literally streaming down my face
the best 52 seconds in film history
im choking on my own tears of laughter
ive reblogged this over 40 times i swear to god it keeps coming back
This is definitely the most informative video on sharks I’ve ever seen.
Literally reblog everytime wtf
A few years ago, my Uncle (who is large, bald, tattooed and the sweetest person ever) went to the Point Defiance zoo with his family and when they saw the sharks, he started doing this laugh at them. Apparently everyone in the general vicinity thought it was hilarious. I would likely agree.
Things that make me fall asleep really fast.
- when someone hums quietly.
- when my hair gets played with.
- when someone whispers a story to me.
- when someone traces my skin.
If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
— Alaska Gold