Shit Happens Broo

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Romanticizing your own loneliness and turning it into a cool girl thing only works for like a few months and then it just becomes a throbbing black hole i think. Not that ive ever experienced anything like that

love is attained through embarrassing yourself by asking for it instead

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music teachers: i’m going to simplify the terminology for these teenagers so they’re not intimidated by a swarm of italian and french

dance teachers: if these 7 year olds don’t know it’s called a pas de bourrée pas de chat fouetté plié en deuxième coq au vin what’s the point

dance: our naming convention seeks to maintain and honour tradition and live the ancient beauty. perhaps if we speak the same language as balanchine we can achieve his greatness

music: it called oompah cause it go oom and then it go pah

nightly spiral

That is exactly what that feels like

as an IT person I would like to sue this screen for emotional damages

Thought this was the post, and was like “yeah that makes sense”

sometimes you see a real big train go past and think what if it never ends. part of your brain goes man what if... but it always does. and that's what's goin on

suddenly struck with intense desire to carve little things out of wood

I did it!!

I hope you dont mind i made one, it went in my brain and wouldnt leave.

I got a strong desire to make one out of cloth too.

Design too cute, must model then animate