Darren's Falsetto Face

Darren's Falsetto Face

twirlingtroye:

allons-yalexa:

bernardclairvaux:

wifis-lildevil:

0 to 100 real quick

but imagine pulling the wrong lipstick when youre not paying attention

wanna know how i got these scars

perfection in three sentences

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spaghettiseven:

flies to 3 different countries in 3 mins

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potatofreek:

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hugcartel:

why is the mom telling her daughter she’s ready to shave?

why is the mom calling her daughter mom

maybe they are each other’s moms

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angelclark:

99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

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theawkwardlifeofapsycho:

Why is this not taught universally.

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Slow Mo Guys- Hydrophobic Surface and Magnetic Liquid {x}

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maliciousmelons:

my anaconda dont want none unless you got funds hun

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camwyn:

shitifindon:

what

Oddly enough, this didn’t turn out to be some kind of scene from a particularly messed-up Japanese horror film. I did some digging on this one and found this page about it:

In Onahama, Japan, following the Great East Japan Earthquake, a project known as Okurie emerged that involves painting murals onto buildings that are scheduled to be demolished. Nearly two years later, artist Yosuke Tan, aka untangle, paid a visit to one site of an Okurie at Iwaki Sogo High School where recent graduates of the now-vacant educational institution gathered to commemorate the building they spent their high school days in.

Using 27 liters of paint, the students left their handprints on the windows and walls of the building to create a spectacular mural of cherry blossom trees. The remarkably moving piece is a visual document of what some might see as flowers for the funeral of a building.

Tan says, “Hundreds of flowers were painted by the students pressing their hand prints to the wall during a chilly January. Wall, hand, flower, wall, hand, flower… It was [a] heartfelt expression of gratitude for the school where they spent their high school lives. Layer upon layer of flower petals created a row of cherry trees in full bloom, through which I could feel the warmth of spring despite the cold cracks on the wall of [the] school building. It was as if the now-disused building reflected the warmth of the people who were once there.”

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franklyrebecca:

just a few of the many reasons why I’m excited for when the tumblr generation becomes parents

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fictionalmasterpiece:

Let’s Play: GTA V - Flight Schooled

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did-you-kno:

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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

Sometimes I wonder if the occasional vivid images in my head of myself falling into traffic or tripping and knocking my teeth out or dropping expensive, precious things are points where I failed the mission and had to respawn and start over.

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mr-egbutt:

WAKE UP COUSIN

WE’RE GOING TO THE ZOO

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