Unmute !
I watched this without sound and it was just so happy and joyful I knew it could only get better with the music
And I was right
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
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NASA
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The Bowery Presents
Fieri Frames

Origami Around
Color Me Curious
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Not today Justin
cherry valley forever
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@peachperfectme
Unmute !
I watched this without sound and it was just so happy and joyful I knew it could only get better with the music
And I was right
put together some fun vines that i hope havenât been used in every other compilation ever âď¸ enjoy
I love stumbling across these old compilations, cause theyâre just stupidly wholesome and make me miss these times so much.
She sounds like a combination of Ariana Grande and Barbie and I love her.
there are so many amazing parts of this video:
Girls, Gays, and Theys
The amount of Chaotic Good energy that radiates from this video
the fact that she axe-kicks her phone
they should just ban all teenies and newborns on tiktok and let old ppl own it
The only possible response
Everyone just GETS it
I made a meme JUST for this post bc it was so wholesome
patti and dolly harmonizing to an acrylic nail beat
Fleetwood Mac is the moon energy to ABBAâs sun energy.
Like the amount of sense that this makes and the depth of it are too powerful and cryptic. The fact that this wisdom can exist in such a stable formâŚ.it astounds me.
Ok but. Same.
This human has delightfully bouncy hair
It is sad the song is necessary but it is a bop.
I would pay good money to hear Frank Turner cover this
literally where would we be without alliums. in hell, probably
thank you alliums for making food taste good
If you fall into any of these categories, please unfollow me
- the âall lives matterâ crowd
- the âi donât care about politicsâ crowd
- âblue lives matterâ people
- âviolence is never the answerâ people
- âi donât see race/colourâ people
- the âwhite people experience racism tooâ crowd
I AM DECEASED đđ
for the love of god UNMUTE this
đ đ đ I FUCKING LOVE THIS!
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word âi cupâ composed?
Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: IâŚI have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a âbâ, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?
Elizabethan husband:Â Wife, ho! Bring forth my keys!
Elizabethan wife: [throws a writing slope before him]
Elizabethan husband: My keys, my keys! What, hast thou not ears?
Elizabethan wife:Â I thought thou said writing slope.
Elizabethan husband:Â Devil take thee; why would I say writing slope?
Elizabethan daughter: Harken father! Tis the valorous kush!
Elizabethan father: Thou art in the petty market; how valorous mayest it be?
Elizabethan Peasant: Good morrow, my fine fellows! Thou mayest call me Jared, I hasât seen 19 years upon the Good Lordâs green earth, but I am melancholic, for I must admit it was not my privilege to learn to decipher script.
Elizabethan Scholar: whosoever didst throw that crumpled parchment: thine mother is naught but a poxy trollop