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me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault
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You wake up one day and realize you’re in a parallel universe. You’re not sure what exactly is different, only that everything seems a little… off. Your suspicions are confirmed when you go with your friends to the mall and Take On Me comes on, and it sounds like this.
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oh Darth Maul’s an alien I always thought he was just really committed to his aesthetic
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you know that shit that happens where you eat a bag of assorted candy but theres one flavor in there you dont like and eventually, like, you get down to the point where its like a huge bag of just that flavor and you try your best to eat it anyway bc it feels weird to throw out?? sundays feel like a solid 24 hours of that feeling. idk why. this isnt like, an analogy. dont try and break down like how theres an equivalency bc theres not, im not drawing one, im saying there are a finite amount of vibes in the world, and sometimes the universe has to repurpose them, and “being alive on a sunday” and “possessing a whole bag of just the worst kind of candy” is a case of that
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aside from john lennon im genuinely not sure which of the beatles are dead and which are still out there. its scary not knowing if youre ever safe
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It’s about family, and that’s what’s so powerful about it. - Carrie Fisher
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