1o17:
Why the hell can I hear a thump when I look at the picture? And no thump when i look away? OHMY.
WHAT IS THIS SORCERY!!!
holy crap
I CAN SEE SOUNDS.
DEVIOUS FUCKERY
I CAN FEEL THE THUMPS IN MY EARS WHAT
GFGKLEMFNGK
JESUS CHRIST YOU GUYS ARE RIGHT.
WHAT
OH MY GOD
I’m re-blogging this every time I see it.
this is weird
wut
This is some quality gif-making
(Source: redmoonlight)
there’s a teacher at my school who has a copy of the Declaration of Independence taped to his door. Seeing as it was my last day, I decided to steal it and replace it with a photo of Nick.
(Source: sexualpizza)
expressive peregrine falcons
(photos by sdwildgene)
Thespian falcon.
#to fly or not to fly—that is the question #whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the gusts and winds of outrageous fortune #or to take wing against a sea of fish and by opposing eat them
TO FLY - TO SWEEP,
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COMEwhen we have molted off these mortal feathers,
must give us pause. there’s the respect
that makes calamity of so long meals.
for who would bear the winters and famines of time?
th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,
the insolence of prey, and the spurns that
patient merit of th’unworthy take,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear
to squawk and caw under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after food,
the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches
no hunter returns, puzzles the will.
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others we know not of?
thus hunger does make fools of us all.
what the fuck does this say
- imagine how is touch the sky
- touch is the sky imagine how
- sky the touch is how imagine
- I’m seriously confused
(Source: n3scau)
#BUT I ENJOY THE PATRIOTIC ONE AND THE METAL MAN WHEN THEY MAKE JEST #LET US ALL MAKE JEST #AND FEAST
#WHO IS THIS PHIL ANTHROPIST OF WHOM YOU SPEAK #YOU DECLARED YOUR NAME TONY STARK #NOW I AM MOST CONFUSED #AM I TO SUCCUMB TO MORE OF YOUR LIES, MAN OF IRON #I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH TROUBLE WITH LIES #HAVE YOU MET MY BROTHER #ARE YOU MAKING A MOCKERY OF MY LIFE’S PERIL #BUT I SHALL LAUGH #BECAUSE THAT HIDES THE INTENSE RAGE I AM FEELING #MJOLNIR AND YOUR PRETTY FACE WILL HAVE WORDS #WORDS OF PAIN
perfect tags are perfect
Still the best fucking post on tumblr
(Source: quellary)
I live by a code, and that code is to live.
