Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
sheepfilms
The Bowery Presents
almost home
RMH

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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Xuebing Du

roma★
NASA
Today's Document

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Color Me Curious

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
todays bird
Not today Justin

pixel skylines
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@wearyghosts
Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
if you guys need a representation of how long ive been on tumblr i still have this gif saved
you are like a little baby, watch this
i am in physical agony
i think this is a decent contestant
What the hell even is that
i cant breathe, what is air? dont test me ive been here since 2009 and even lived through the cole sprouse social experiment of ‘12
My favorite tweet for the “Game Of Thrones” finale.
Gustavo Torres / Kidmograph.
Super ridiculously awesome animated GIFs by Argentinian artist Gustavo Torres whom also goes by Kidmograph.
Be sure to follow Supersonic Art on Instagram!
thanks for everything
do you love the colour of the sky
Just in case anyone else was curious.
This is kind of horrifying
holy shit
fucking destroyed
looks like we have a new king
get a load of this
Posting this because I wish someone would have said it to me when I was younger… even now I still need the reminder from time to time. ❤️#endthestigma (via @blindsaay @refinery29) (at Los Angeles, California)
Afropunk Festival 2017
Oh wow.
when you can hear a singers accent in a song (◕‿◕✿)
BUT AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MAYLES AND AYE WOOD WALK FAYVE HUNDRED MORE JUST TA BEE THA MAN HOO WALKED A THOOSAND MAYLES TA FALL DAWN AT YER DOOR
I don’t know whether I love you or hate you
I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea
this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes