*Fangirls into the Sun*
Bastille/20 piece string orchestra - Pompeii
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hereticnarrative:

Pompeii (Cinematic Version) - Bastille (accompanied by a twenty-piece string orchestra) (x)

HIS VOICE. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

inflewenza:

zombiecaptain:

heddykase1:

This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this. 

I want to cry

it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form 

inflewenza:

zombiecaptain:

heddykase1:

This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this. 

I want to cry

it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form 

drunktrophywife:

tinychatter:

tinychatter:

what do you call a sunburnt penis

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Kyle this is the worst

lindserton:

not again

Actual conversation at a party last night
Random college kid: Dude are you a real punk or a fake punk?
Me: I, um. I-I don't care?
Kid: *turns to his friend* Dude he said he doesn't care that means he's a real punk hi I'm Doug nice to meet you

gastrotherapy:

Back with the girl and finally got our 3D latte art at Chock Full of Beans. Love their latte that isn’t too bitter nor sweet even without syrup. Most places do not provide the art if you are ordering iced but CFOB definitely does not agree with that. So remember to get your Iced Lattes if you want to see some popping latte art

#01-2090, 4 Changi Village Road
Tue - Fri: 11:00 - 22:00
Sat - Sun: 09:00 - 22:00

zamii070:

this was fun!

zamii070:

this was fun!

thedarkmelody:

Porrim, Damara… Now Meulin  (=^ω^=)

thedarkmelody:

Porrim, Damara… Now Meulin  (=^ω^=)

The salt from my tears are shrivelling my eyelids. The crumpled covers are sticking to the sockets in my fragile skull and they croon softly to my exhausted, quivering brain tissues. The frozen jelly between my toes is being melted by the sweat running down my unshaven legs due to the sheer, unadulterated heat I’m withstanding from beneath the sheets of my bed. The waltzing droplets of tangy liquid sing across the leaking pores of my flesh like an angels’ chorus and I sob grossly as God lifts my chin and whispers in a caressing manner, “Broccoli is magic.”