Chris Martin choreography to Pompeii by Bastille at Urban Dance Camp

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sorry about the colors sometimes I just gotta burn some retinas

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tags: #art #body horror
A scientific colleague tells me about a recent trip to the New Guinea highlands where she visited a stone age culture hardly contacted by Western civilization. They were ignorant of wristwatches, soft drinks, and frozen food. But they knew about Apollo 11. They knew that humans had walked on the Moon. They knew the names of Armstrong and Aldrin and Collins. They wanted to know who was visiting the Moon these days.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (1994)

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i find it interesting that when it comes to liking girls I’m just like GIRLS ALL GIRLS YES PERFECT GIRLS but with boys i’m like you must fit criteria 1-9 but 9 is optional only if you completely fill criteria 10-13 with a non-optional essay on 21st century sexism due by 5am


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Sohoku third years going to the movies. actually just an excuse to draw them all in skirts and dresses

I’m leaving this background-less atm. Will probably finish it and queue the rest for when I’m not here maybe. idk




  • this box of lucky charms

um. i dunno. reblog or like this. and follow me i guess. winner gets this box of lucky charms. i’ll ship anywhere in the world (THIS world, i am NOT shipping this to SKELETON HELL unless you’re gonna pay for the shipping)

lucky charms are really good. i don’t even care if you want to eat just the marshmallows, fucking go for it. plus why would you go to the store and buy them yourself when you can have them delivered to your door???

good luck bruh

get this post to 10k and i’ll throw in this smurf playing a bagpipe

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tags: #giveaway


chitter chatter




"you can’t be just friends with people of the gender you’re attracted to"
myth actually true. i, as a bisexual, can confirm that i have no friends.

pansexuals spend their lives in solitude, with only rocks for company

meanwhile asexuals are friends with everyone. literally every single person on the planet. i do not know how i remember so many names



songs by florence and the machine make me feel like i need to run barefoot through a misty forest wearing a flower crown

and reveal my true demon form as i burn the forest and everything in it down