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missbeatlegeorge:

somedayilbelivinginabigoldcity:

dontbelieveincircumstances:

mynamekyle:

do you guys even understand?

you are opening and closing your mouth… making noises and syllables 

and absolutely all of it makes no sense but it does because we’ve applied meanings to those sounds but 

on

the

real

they mean n o t h i n g

it’s just

noises

We are getting too self aware guys.

this is the most mindfucking post ive ever read.

it gets even scarier when you think of singing

adventuresonpaper:

thewanderingtrickster:

adventuresonpaper:

thewanderingtrickster:

My dad was kinda disappointed in Frozen because he was totally expecting Hans to rip off his gloves in the last part of the movie and have fire powers.

but could you imagine how cool that would be?? Then Elsa and Hans could duel it out with magic 

His red hair was apparently what made my dad start thinking that. And Southern Isles, you know, where it’s supposed to be warmer.

your dad should have written frozen

pennatologist:

cryingmanlytears:

I felt the need to post this for three reasons:

  • 1. people in general asking how I did it
  • 2. people questioning if I took a gifset and ran it through photoshop filters
  • 3. because I want people to know that its digital art- painted in photoshop- not traditional. In my original post I used the words “hand painted” because I was groggy and exhausted and I wanted to imply each frame is a from-scratch illustration but I think some people took it to mean there are 16 physical hang-on-the-wall paintings of this which there certainly is not. I tried to change the wording but the post kinda went viral before I had a chance to catch myself. Sorry about that. I may be less awesome than you thought. Oh and on a side note this method of animating is called rotoscoping (same method was used in the movie Anastasia).

this is fucking incredible

the amount of time and care that had to go in to this is nuts

it is a beautiful work of art no matter how it was made. it is incredible!

dragonpikachu:

i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants:

aiyuwithoutatrace:

wegotplansforsammy:

wibblywobblytimeturners:

somewherethats-green:

the worst fuckin thing is

“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”

like no

“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”

“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”

“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”

The last one seems more doable

it is always more doable.

(Source: theamandaonthebus)

thebobblehat:

judgebunnie:

meretrivia:

elfpen:

sleepy-street:

valerieparker:

cyprith:

mashyhead:

findchaos:

I wish this was exaggeration, I really do.

IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK 

TO JUST BUY A TOP THAT I CAN WEAR

THAT PEOPLE CAN’T SEE MY BRA THROUGH?

True story. Until I get the company shirt, my work uniform is a white polo. So I had to buy a white polo. Not a problem, right? Polos are just heavy jersey. Shouldn’t be an issue, even if it is white.

I went through four stores because every single white lady’s polo was see-through. See-through to the point where an onlooker could pinpoint the exact location of the bleach stain on my bra. 

So, in a quiet rage, I finally went to the men’s section. Wonder of wonders, the men’s polos were not see-through.

WHY? WHY IS MY PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING NOT HELD TO THE SAME STANDARDS OF OPAQUE-NESS AS MEN’S PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING?

fafghdfghdfghsdfhdfghdfghdf

I get most of my overshirts/jackets from the men’s section. For one, they have awesome jackets, and two— I have rather large breasts. I do not want something in cutsy glittery girly shit plastered across my chest, thank you. I get enough people that can’t look me in the eye. 

my kingdom for a leather jacket with a decent curved waist

Bless this post. 

Every fucking time I go out to look for a simple t-shirt, all I find are shirts that are super tight and uncomfortable for the sake of showing off your bust, have stupid sayings on them like “Lean, mean, sexy machine” (I have seriously seen shirts with those exact words), and have tiny fucking sleeves that don’t even cover your armpits (because we all have those days when we really don’t feel like shaving). Unfortunately for me, my mother thinks these shirts are cute and gets them for me constantly. :/

I will always buy my sweaters in the men’s section. Not only are they bigger and more comfortable, they’re actually made with better material. Apparently, you have to be male to merit fabric thick enough to actually keep you warm. Ever wonder why girls complain about being cold more often than guys? It’s not them. It’s their clothes.

Women’s clothing is designed to be rubbish so that they can buy more all the time.

Men’s clothes actually makes SENSE.

I have so many feelings on this topic, I need to stop now before I break something.

And don’t forget actual, functioning pockets.

I could probably write a fucking dissertation around the bullshit of women’s clothing and how it’s pretty much useless and overpriced, and even then you can only something that’s an approximation of “a fucking simple t-shirt” where the male equivalent is functional, easily accessible, and a price quote that won’t bankrupt you.

It will have 3 appendixes devoted to, in order, “Stupid cuts for jeans and how they are impossible to figure out store to store, let alone style to style,” “Why do people think all jeans need to adhere to your body like skin tight spandex, for gods sake sometimes I just want to wear pants that I can actually move in,” and “Girls Have Stuff Too: A look at why shallow pockets are a joke and “fake” are the stupidest fashion choice ever made.”

Fake. Fucking. Pockets.

What exactly is the function of… FAKE FUCKING POCkETS???!!!

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