Concept: A scarecrow who’s sentient and can move around but instead of using his power for evil folk-horror mischief he’s just really really good at his job
Boy just running through the fields, chasing birds with a broom.

Concept: A scarecrow who’s sentient and can move around but instead of using his power for evil folk-horror mischief he’s just really really good at his job
Boy just running through the fields, chasing birds with a broom.
Why was Shrek’s soundtrack so incredible like who sat down and decided that a movie about an ogre would have a beautiful Rufus Wainwright ballad followed by a Smash Mouth/Eddie Murphy cover of I’m A Believer and how can I thank them
Schools: don’t teach those skills anymore
Stuff: is made to not be repairable
Tools & Materials: are priced as a luxury
Working Hours: have expanded to take up a lot of people’s whole day and weekends
Wages: have stagnated so that everyone has to work full time
“News” media: Your dad is better at DIY than you, ya dick!
lets not forget:
Your parents: have never actually taught you any of those things either
1. The incompetence of the staff
2. A post of 6-8 ugly hoodies you famous bloggers keep forcing us to look at
Tube face.
Birb!
Birds actually like to stick their heads in things and chirp/sing because of the way the sound waves bounce off the inside. It’s like the birb version of when you yell HELLOOOOO into a canyon to hear the echo :)
why wasn’t I tagged in this ?????
HE WAS SINGING THE CHOCOBO THEME
I use the snapchat camera to take selfies…the iPhone camera captures the real me…a me I don’t want to see…
a darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. i hold up a photo of my cat, 10 people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting.
I love this description of tumblr.
I walk this lonely road. in my bag, i have a giant toad
Don’t know where it goes, but it’s only me and this giant toad
when u go to pick up the vase u saw on craigslist but when u get there it’s actually two people facing each other
i hate applying for jobs because the employers are always like: do you enjoy working in a stressful environment???? do you strive for unobtainable standards of perfection???? are you good at dealing with people that make you feel extremely uncomfortable??? do you mind losing real hours of your life in order to make minimum wage?? are you a fan of capitalism??? do you love selling your soul just so you can afford to live???
they call it a heartbeet because your heart looks like a beet
this is so true
I know
What’s going on here
text post I made about heart beets and someone said they thought it was true and I told them I knew that