A couplet short of a sonnet
(we're all mad here)
2 years ago with 21,810 notes — via kreugan, © margaerydormer


I do this too! … Only never in stores, only with my own cans  straight from the fridge. I’ll be like “dum dee dum”, thinking of  something completely different, take out the can, shake it vigorously as if  it’s juice or something with that gunk at the bottom, abruptly realise  what I just did -  face palm (with the hand not already holding the soda can, mind you. …Though, I  swear I will not be surprised if I one day hit myself  in the face with the soda can.) Then I’ll check the fridge again; if  there’s another can, switch and handle the problem later (when I’ve probably forgotten the whole thing and might actually shake it again). If not, try to calculate whether the can is  so thoroughly shaken that I should take it outside, or if it will be  enough to open it over the sink. Or in the shower.
Yeah, I know. Or rather, I don’t know. I blow on ice cream too,  just like I blow on scalding hot soup or tea or whatever. I don’t know  why. I only realise how silly it is the second after I’ve done it, and  I’ll joke it away if I’m in public, but in my mind I’m going “What the  fuuuuck? This is actually disturbingly stupid.”

I do this too! … Only never in stores, only with my own cans straight from the fridge. I’ll be like “dum dee dum”, thinking of something completely different, take out the can, shake it vigorously as if it’s juice or something with that gunk at the bottom, abruptly realise what I just did - face palm (with the hand not already holding the soda can, mind you. …Though, I swear I will not be surprised if I one day hit myself in the face with the soda can.) Then I’ll check the fridge again; if there’s another can, switch and handle the problem later (when I’ve probably forgotten the whole thing and might actually shake it again). If not, try to calculate whether the can is so thoroughly shaken that I should take it outside, or if it will be enough to open it over the sink. Or in the shower.

Yeah, I know. Or rather, I don’t know. I blow on ice cream too, just like I blow on scalding hot soup or tea or whatever. I don’t know why. I only realise how silly it is the second after I’ve done it, and I’ll joke it away if I’m in public, but in my mind I’m going “What the fuuuuck? This is actually disturbingly stupid.”



What can I say, this made me laugh. I even heard the music in my head. :P

What can I say, this made me laugh. I even heard the music in my head. :P



I admire this man’s dance skills, I really do. At least I think he’s dancing… He could be demonstrating something, or maybe making a point. But I think he’s dancing. And I admire it.

I admire this man’s dance skills, I really do. At least I think he’s dancing… He could be demonstrating something, or maybe making a point. But I think he’s dancing. And I admire it.



Let’s dance, bom-ba-di-boom pssssh! (Yeah, I know it’s not the right song, but what do you want from me? I always go “Let’s dance, bom-ba-di-boom pssssh!” when I play air drums. Anyone else have a specific song or bit of a song they always use when playing air drums? No? Oh. Just me then.)

Let’s dance, bom-ba-di-boom pssssh! (Yeah, I know it’s not the right song, but what do you want from me? I always go “Let’s dance, bom-ba-di-boom pssssh!” when I play air drums. Anyone else have a specific song or bit of a song they always use when playing air drums? No? Oh. Just me then.)

3 years ago with 18 notes — via muscovycompany


What’s not to love? Shake it, Nine! I love his smile. :D

What’s not to love? Shake it, Nine! I love his smile. :D

3 years ago with 576 notes — via celeryaneffigy, © passrevoked