I want a warm duvet

This is where I procrastinate

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tangledbeast:

I’ve seen a lot of people loving that “Yee” vid and I want to show y’all where it’s from if you didn’t already know because, lord, is it a treasure.

I present to you Dinosaur Adventure a masterpiece from Dingo Pictures. The whole film (if you can call it that) is on this guy’s channel and I highly recommend a watch. Highlights includes:

  • The spiky dinosaur speaking entirely in rhyme
  • A cussing child
  • Duck narrator that sounds like she’s coming on to you
  • Vegetarian propoganda
  • Gorillas for some reason

(via actualfrance)

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marauders4evr:

It was a strange place, the Potter’s home. It was the opposite of Grimmauld Place in every conceivable way, as if someone had looked at Sirius’ life and had said, “Oh no, this will never do!” Far from being cramped in a grimy neighborhood, the Potters lived out in the country. They could afford a mansion that stretched to the sky. Instead, they had happily settled with a cozy cottage that sat beneath the blanket of stars. The garden was always overgrown, in a tender way. Smoke always puffed from the chimney and the twinkling lights in the windows were warm and inviting.They didn’t own a single house-elf or servant. Mrs. Potter was more than happy to tend to the cleaning and cooking. Seconds and thirds were uncommon when it came to the homemade meals. When everyone’s stomachs were bursting out of their trousers, they would all retreat to the living room. Mr. Potter and James would start a game of wizard’s chess by the fire. Mrs. Potter would pour herself a cuppa and would curl up with a nice book. It was peaceful, but never quiet. Oh, no. There was always noise. There was always laughter and stories and humming and pleasant conversation. Mrs. Potter’s hands would glide across the piano as her husband merrily played the violin. There was singing and dancing. There were jokes and more laughter. There was a family and a home. And Sirius was happy to be a part of it.

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501 Plays
Jack Savoretti
Soldier's Eyes

Lately I’ve been wondering what’s been going on
I’ve been here before but I don’t remember when
And every time we get to where we’re entering
I feel my beliefs and hopes surrendering

‘Cause like the enemies that we are battling
I am nothing but a human alien
Left with nothing else but to keep wandering
Down this path whilst stopping my hands trembling

I’ve seen inside the devil’s dreams where young men die
And graveyards open up their arms for mothers left to cry
I have seen the bleeding and I hate what we’ve done
But just like every other fool here, I’ll keep marching on.

(Source: mattyberninger, via sparxflame)

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sky-loons:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

This went from being inappropriate, to being scary an to just being something sad…

(Source: rialxoan, via lanas-aphrontistery)

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arnbrosia:

quickweaves:

THIS IS THE MOST POWERFUL VINE 

send this to all the straight boys in your life

(Source: weloveshortvideos.com, via ray-narvaezjr)