Hello bandwagon. These are my favorite vines, and this is more for myself than anything else.
Show & Tell
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni
will byers stan first human second
taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor

pixel skylines
Cosmic Funnies
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
DEAR READER
noise dept.
dirt enthusiast

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Kiana Khansmith

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@lorpus
Hello bandwagon. These are my favorite vines, and this is more for myself than anything else.
HoLy FuCk
1) I LOVE HIS ACCENT. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.
2) PLEASE WATCH THIS. I LITERALLY HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS. JUST WATCH X’D
oh my god I cannot breathe
I literally choked at the end.
Drinks have been spat.
Everything feels awful but I have my cat and I have my friends and I feel cute tonight
Everything feels awful but I have my cat and I have my friends and I feel cute tonight
Hi, would you mind if I translate your fic "The Bird and the Name" into Russian? I liked it a lot and would love to share it with my native fandom. Your authorship would be kept for sure.
I would be honored!!! Yes absolutely!
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom - Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home - Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Chris Stevens, “Northern Exposure”
this episode, more specifically this speech, is one of my favorite things in the world.
(via hyzenthlayknew)
The living tell the dying not to leave, and the dying do not listen. The dying tell us not to be sad for them, and we do not listen. The dialogue between the living and the dead is full of misunderstanding and silence.
Welcome to Night Vale
Episode 37 - The Auction
(via not-thesheriffssecretpolice)
This is the most legendary tweet I’ve ever read to this day
an unstoppable divorce meets an unmarryable object
FLORIDA MEDUSA
Love my fellow weirdo girls walking around alone wearing things they got from God knows where
I’m v offended I haven’t seen some of those in the rip vine videos so I made my own
@im-not-rushing I just died watching this. It might be the best one yet
So beautiful.
I think this really is the best one– holy shit the first one killed me IMMEDIATELY
INVISIBLE DAD IS MY FAVORITE FINALLY
I’m glad to see even cows hate the police
@infoshopvanguardist
Solidarity ✊
my name is Cow; wen man with sheeld with hevy tred disturbs my feeld, i feer no stycke, i do not stop – i lowr my hed.
i charg the cop.
@gabrielthefool !!!!!!
@sashayed
so @halbarry and i were talking about our fave vines and this just kinda happened whoops
Classic Nazi punches in cinema:
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
American History X
Hellboy
Inglourious Basterds
Captain America: The First Avenger
Bonus: Daffy Duck meets Hitler-
I feel like this deserves more notes so signal boost.
And another bonus:
Now that we’ve moved into the animated realm-
me: *looks at myself in the mirror*
*margaret atwood appears*
me: oh margaret not again–
her: Male fantasies, male fantasies…
me: *crying* you’re right you’re right you’re right