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Hi, my name is Erin! Singer | Songwriter | Performer | Giant Gay | This blog is a little all over the place, but I hope that you enjoy your time on here, and if you like what you see, check out my other blogs and links.

[sarcastic-guitarist]

Stages of Falling

Stages of Falling, an album by Erin Horan on Spotify

I just released my DEBUT EP “Stages of Falling”!!!!

All the songs are by a gay, for the gays 

Check it out if you’re interested

Art by @storywood

[sarcastic-guitarist]

Stages of Falling

Stages of Falling, an album by Erin Horan on Spotify

I just released my DEBUT EP “Stages of Falling”!!!!

All the songs are by a gay, for the gays 

Check it out if you’re interested

Art by @storywood

[thenatsdorf]

Best lil’ meower! (via marleymalin)

[kaijuno]

When engineers make paper airplanes

[anagramofbrat]

whaaaaaaaaaat look at this floaty chubby plane boi I love him

[dankmemeuniversity]

[usta1969]

[shaaknaa]

@vaspider

[bemusedlybespectacled]

look at these kids

[snapscube]

The new SnapCube Pokemon X RANDOM Nuzlocke starts today!

[twerklina]

[lieserli]

It is impossible to be imagining life without you. You are...precious to me.

[princesstigerbelle]

When cats stretch and spread their little toebeans out, reblog if you agree

I can’t believe I forgot the best one

[iloveurcat]

This is the best post I’ve ever seen!!

BEANS

[moonflowerer]

I couldn’t resist making a transparent bean boy.

[princesstigerbelle]

@moonflowerer SPLOOSH

[rodrickheffeley]

bruh moment

[yuri-caps]

[slowspinningredemption]

in honour of halloween behold the four horsemen of the apocalypse

[everythingfox]

“This punishment is not working…”

(Source)

[dat-soldier]

[kvlen]

Ingridetta

[thebootydiaries]

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

“Aight”.

[thebootydiaries]

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.

All I can hear is heavy breathing.

“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”

There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”

“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”

“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.

“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”

He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”

“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.

The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.

“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.

I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.

“Kk.”

[scorpiety-bye-deactivated202310]

do you think we get to learn everything when we die or are the colors that exist between colors gonna be shrimp-only knowledge forever

[archangelofsarcasm]