Un Hiver en Couleur by Florent Tanet

sherrlockked:

reshiham:

This Is Getting Out Of Hand.png

omg

lucifuh:

OK I DONT KNOW IF YOU GUYS HAVE NOTICED ON GOOGLE BUT THERE WAS THIS THING

SO I CLICKED IT RIGHT

AND IT BROUGHT ME TO THIS PAGE AND I CLICKED THE FUCKING LINK

AND I CLICKED SMELL

AND THEN I PUT MY FACE ON THE SCREEN RIGHT

AND IT DIDNT FUCKING WORK SO I CLICKED NEED HELP

AND IT BROUGHT ME TO THIS SHIT STAINED PAGE

FUCK YOU GOOGLE

hyungseung:

friedtofubaby:

friedtofubaby:

dear sm

this is how you do motherfucking security

love, TS entertainment.

omg /crying/

esdafable:

localshoppe:

can1d:

winandtonic:

Chris Fucking Goodwin capturing moments witnessed around town. I’ve been following his art for over a decade now and I will never not be over this guy.

I love this series of his.

ChrisGoodwin’s art will make u laff and crey.

The kind of art I want to do more of. I should take my cafe/grocery sketching time and do these types of things.

djavjr:

shakethe-excess:

bill-nyetho:

the idea that girls in 1572 had periods but no tampons makes me sad

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT ACTUALLY

would you say you think about it periodically

deeps-wisdom:

one lucky bbc, i wish i can touch his tummy too DD*:

Girls

gyzym:

drinkmasturbatecry:

ironfries:

floobin:

sparklexobarbie:

glitteringbarbee:

Girls are like crayons. The slutty ones are the simple colors like red and blue and they get used/passed around the most. The truly beautiful ones are the white crayons, which contain every color, but they don’t see themselves as beautiful because no one ever wants them. They just have to wait until someone comes along who is smart enough to use a black piece of paper.

this is amazing

what bullshit is this

this is the stupidest analogy i have ever heard

jesus wept, what is this fucking bullshit. are you 9?

girls are like crayons, they all have one of 120 names with choices ranging from “jungle green” to “burnt umber”

girls are like tomatoes, they’re full of seeds and taste good with basil 

girls are like objects in mirror, they’re closer than they appear

girls are like boys are like bears are like toasters are like pizza are like “if you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends” 

analogies are like fairy tales: they’re often used to simplify complex concepts and make them easier to understand, but if they make no sense at all, even a child will reject them as false. children are like adults: they’re ridiculously complex bundles of thoughts & feelings & ideas & hopes & dreams & worries & fears & histories. posts such as this one are like horror stories: they trust you to forget the shit you know in your heart to make them carry any weight. and human beings, as everyone knows, are like human beings: each one of them is too complicated and individual to be accurately equated to any other. 

beartier:

goinghamilton:

justin timberlake should make cereal he could call them justin timberflakes 

#bringing sexy back to a well-balanced breakfast

How do I mail a package to Block B?

mugglescanttameme:

beastlover-enjoytheflight:

Oh my god

moansharry:

Hurry Styles

partypetunia:

more-than-50-fandoms:

theapplegrass:

kiss-the-scars-on-your-wrists:

helioscentrifuge:

traceexcalibur:

the-lonely-scottish-guy:

damiangayne:

slight anxiety at the disco

roughly half a minute to mars

moderately spicy chili peppers

lean over boy

green 24 hours

all wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey low

rapid closing and opening of the eyelids-182

a chemically reactive romance that is in my possession