schmicles:

The Cool Hunter - JC de Castelbajac Lego Inspired

 Yes, please.

Or the Zumi as I would like to call it, is effin awesome. I want nothing more than an LCA, and this.

thereblogmachine:

ethermoon:

“this is my birthday gift from her” i told her.

“wow that’s so… marvelous. it takes vintage photos, right?”

“i think not only that. it has this weird super-8 video feel.”

“what’s that?”

“you know… those old school vintage videos you’ve seen long before you and i were born.”

“i admit it. i am envy.”

“what?”

“yes, i am. that’s why i’m here.”

“what do you mean?”

**

nobody knew what happened a few months before the event. what was only left was a heart that still longs for some happy yesterdays. but what about him?

…i want a digital harinezumi…nice video posts from that camera ethermoon. =]

(via suzywire)

You so got me girll. I have the same exact theory too! Its too easy being the music person rather than lyric person, I take things too close to my heart almost all not for any good reason at all.

whoever you are, this is madawesome. gonna make this my wallpaper, now!

thereblogmachine:

weareghost:

pantsareforsquares:

thompump:

emmajones:

s’my desktop

YOU ARE TOO COOL.

O_O

sammwich:

took the words right out of my mouth…

Awww =’) I love old people too!

bugbitesandco:

iamboredlalala:

dontknowdontcare:

mliaverage:

Today, I tried #9 on 333 ways to get kicked out of walmart, where you dress up as batman and yell “COME ROBIN! TO THE BATMOBILE!”. I wore a batman shirt instead and proceeded to do this when a old man popped out of a aisle (with a red shirt and black pants mind you) and yelled back “HOLY MACKEREL BATMAN, WHERES THE TROUBLE!?” We then ran down the aisle singing the old batman song until my mom and his daughter caught us. I love old people. MLIA.

maddieness:

eletheowl:

penguinprostitution:

Here’s the thing. Say whatever the fuck you want. It doesn’t faze me one bit. In fact, it fuels me. It spurs me on. It makes my blood boil. It makes me work so much harder to wipe that smug grin off of your face. It makes me make my dreams happen. So thank you. Thank you for reminding me what a godawful person I was when I was younger. Thank you for making me feel sick to my stomach when you mention the girl I was back then. Thank you for never letting me forget who I was. It makes me love the person I am today. It gives me strength to fight the ugliness in me and become a better person than I was yesterday. Thank you for rubbing your success in my face. It makes me chide myself for walking away from my dreams when I was younger. It makes me think about what went wrong. It makes me realise that I was doing it all wrong the first time. Thank you for laughing behind my back. It’s made me stronger. It’s made my skin thick. It’s made me realise that sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never ever hurt me. Thank you for hating my guts. It’s killed all my insecurites. It’s given me a newfound zest to come up and bring you down. Thank you for making me realise my dreams haven’t died. Thank you for making me wake up with profound revelations that you’re nothing more than dirt beneath my feet. Thank you for making me a fighter. Thank you, bitch.

tryphena:

jarrelt:tonightihatelovesongs:thedailywhat:

Origami of the Day: Money Hats. That is all.

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coastline:

yeahsowhat:

imthecookiemonster:

mmmtea:ghostofme:classics:xlheads:koge2:(via proust73)

holy fucking shit i need this in my life

Connie, you need this.

threeseptembersandajanuary:

loveliketruth:

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 except I love you. That was the most real words straight from my heart, to you.