I'm here to reblog rokku gyaru shit and chew bubblegum, and I'm all out of gum.
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today we watched this in my graduate-level german poetry class. my professor declared it the most beautiful lyrical work to spring from the mind of any german poet in history. he said if any of us wanted to write fifteen pages analyzing it in the context of postmodernism we would receive an instant A.
the best bit is that it’s a fucking supermarket advert
RIP my sides
doctor who more like doctor poo
LET’S SEE YOU TRY TO COME BACK FROM THAT ONE DOCTOR POO FANDOM
can she just get an award or something
I reblog this whenever it pops up on my dash.
So many directions she could have gone with this joke…out of infinite possibilities…she picked the best possible direction.
rerereblogging my favourite thing on Tumblr.
Anonymous asked: Why are you covering your arm? Scars?
Not scars, but the feathers sprouting from my arms. The pinions have already come through, soft and silky to the touch. My pectorals have changed, allowing for more muscle so I can soar and fly and glide. My bones are reforming, morphing me into the perfect being I was born to be. There are those that said I could not become a bird, that I was mad to think so. But what have they to say now?