The end of May mood

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The end of May mood
By: Vincent Bal Instagram: @artwoonz
I love different.
This is different, and simple, and for some reason it just made my day.
Did I ever mention the time that I found out my lecturer was the ghost in one of my classmate’s home town?
Righto. So a couple years ago I took a Myths and Legends class for uni. The lecturer was this really incredible guy. Loved history. Dressed, everyday, to the nines. Top hat, waistcoat, leather shoes etc. In one of the introductory classes he had us share stories we had heard, local myths and legends from the towns we grew up in. I was studying in Ballarat, an Australian town with a rich ghost history and so it made sense that a lot of people had answers. This one girl, however, grew up in a small rural town a couple hours away and talked about the ghost she knew of from when she was in high school. Every night, at the same time of night (about 3am), people recounted seeing a Victorian man walk across the golf field. This one was particularly interesting because she had seen herself. That is, where other people had just heard these stories, she knew that what had been talked about was real.
This was when he turned red. It had turned out that when he was studying for his undergrad he was living in this particular town. Not many people knew him because he didn’t grow up there. He would spend countless nights up late working and so to wind would go on long late night walks. At 3am, every night. In the full garb he wore everyday.
It had turned out that him being the stand out that he was, had birthed a legend. He had known about it but never did he think it would catch up with him.
I took a shit in my grandma’s cat’s litterbox when I was like 13 and my whole family was wilding out trying to figure out why the cat took such a huge dump. Then they took her to the vet and we found out she has feline HIV so in a way, I helped her.
this story was wild from start to finish
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There Is A New Type Of Firework Called The Sky Ladder And It’s Beautiful
when it’s 3 am and you’re alone with your thoughts
I just imagined a jeopardy category of solely vine references
“I’ll take vines for $200 alex”
“hurricane Katrina… more like ____”
“What is hurricane tortilla?”
“vines for $600″
“back at it again at ______”
“what is krispy kreme”
“vines for 300”
“this young man has remained illiterate his whole life”
“who is jared”
reblog to keep cotton eyed joe sealed away
my mom just came to me and ranted about how everyone is making this facebook status that says, “raising teenagers is like nailing jello to a tree”. she was so baffled by this because she said, “you were pretty easy to raise as teenagers. all you did was sleep and eat.”
so to prove some point she’s going to nail a small cup of jello to a tree.
she’s so pleased with her self
incredible
parents are weird
yeah but this is about as accurate as it gets.
you say “nail jello to a tree” and most people think jello all by itself.
but if you put any actual thought into what you’re doing and then give it just a little support
well gosh. look what happens.
please tell your mom good job.
a shitpost became a teachable moment
Me, every time Negasonic Teenage Warhead comes on in Deadpool: Fucking superb you funky little lesbian
*missed phone call from work*
me: ugh if they’re asking me to come in I’m not gonna do it
*phone call from work*
manager: hey can you come in today
me: yeah, sure I’ll be there in a bit
I hope one day I can be this extra
The way sis called out to make sure she had everyone’s attention 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿
🗣EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LOOK AT ME *floof*
🗣BEHOLD!
…Peacocks are dudes and like most birds the men are flashy fuckbois whereas the ladies get by on sensible plumage and excellent and engaging personalities.
Once after my friend stoped taking pics of peacock he started to yell so fucking loudly she was sure he is going to attack her lolol
Out of all the captions that could’ve been put with that picture I’m so glad it’s that one
I always flip my shit when a mutual reblog this
i’ll never not love how absolutely noisy huskies are.
my grandma’s husky was the absolute angriest and whiniest monster anyones ever met and i loved her
they’re having a conversation
They’re so overdramatic. I love it.
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