iloveyourglasses:

[x]

scienceheroextraordinaire:

0ver-doze:

lamp

guaranteed to make your friends shit themselves

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

womaninterrupted:

soundlyawake:

thecakebar:

Apple Pie Cookies Tutorial {click link for full recipe and tutorial}

STOP

Damn you.

dilfosaur:

i deserved to be loved

quick messy break from my other stuff because i need to share what went thru my mind during this scene and my misery

And then I met a man called The Doctor. A man who could change his face.