I LIKE THINGS.
And so should you.
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Post reblogged from 2468 HEARD YOU LIKE TO FORNICATE
Guys.
It occurred to me today. That the average length of an American television show is
(minus commercials)
42 minutes.
Guys.
The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything
is
TELEVISION
We’re done here.
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Video reblogged from The Daily What
Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears!
So imperfect it’s perfect.
[thanks, rob!]
Crying. Actually crying. You know that thing where people on Tumblr exaggerate everything and dfjgwojkvnunv because it’s more fun to be overly dramatic? This is not one of those times. Like, I can’t leave my apartment for at least an hour now, or people will stare and ask me what’s wrong.
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Photo reblogged from Fancy that.
tezx:
i will continue to reblog this until it gets the notes it deserves because elephants
If your heart isn’t melting it’s because you don’t have one.
the smile on my face
TOO MUCH LOVE.
Oh my goodness.
I will reblog this every time it appears on my dash because elephants.
ajerlksjglakejrlkjg cutest thing in the world
Oh my god just ok omfg
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Excuse me, but how the fuck did Rachel get into NYADA and Kurt didn’t? She screwed up so bad in her audition. Kurt rocked it and got a raving review from Whoopi Goldberg. WHAT.
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Crap. I can’t be on Tumblr until I watch tonight’s episode of Glee, can I? See you tomorrow, Tumblr.
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Chat reblogged from Ravenclaw Tower
- 1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
- 1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
- 1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
- 2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
- EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
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Photo reblogged from It's 3 o'clock
First semester schedule! I couldn’t be happier.
Just stalking around the App State tag a bit and… I spy a new Wataugan!!! If they still offer the Savannah tangent, make sure to take that at some point. The professor retired last year, but I think they’re trying to get someone else to do it. It’s SUCH a fun class/trip and that someone else is ridiculously awesome. :D
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All linguistic complaints aside, the flow of the applied language can be breathtaking, sometimes.
The words and phrases are so malleable, but then there’s always that sense that there’s something within them that can’t be completely mastered or tamed.
It’s just really lovely, and I haven’t been reading or writing enough these past few months to truly appreciate that.
