moonblossom:

kinpunshou:

so this morning i was playing with the slow-mo mode on my phone, hoping to get a majestic vid of a bumblebee taking off
but instead i found this dumbfuck


Oh my god its little flailing legs. I’m dying.
"Because both hands are required to be equally active for pianists’ to master their instrument, they have to overcome something innate to almost every person: right or left-handedness.

In most people, the depth of the brain’s central sulcus is either deeper on the right or on the left side, which then determines which hand is dominant. But when scientists scanned the brains of pianists, they found something different: Pianists had a demonstrably more symmetrical central sulcus than everyone else — though they were born right or left-handed, their brains barely registered it. Because the pianists still had a dominant hand, researchers speculated that their equal depth was not natural, but resulted because pianists are able to strengthen their weaker side to more closely match their dominant side." - Science shows pianists’ brains are more robust  (via micdotcom)

ohshititsgreg:

A part of me dies every time no one gets my joke

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sluttyemoji:

TALL BOYS

VERY VERY TALL BOYS

BOYS 

THAT ARE TALL

BOYS WITH HEIGHT

I LOVE IT

Hai

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luxbae:

wtf so beautiful

zacwells:

hey c’mere

No Closer…

closer…

*kiss*

(via maestromitch)

I am my own poison ~ Writings of a Crazed Man

writingsofacrazedman:

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

I am a virgin. Both emotionally and physically. Never kissed, never held hands, never hugged for anymore reason than being friends. Raised to be family first before self, then self before future of my father’s name.

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

Not a wallflower, but not the jock. Not even the smartest nerd, just somewhere in between. Not skinny, not fat, not buff, just average. I can play music but I can’t write it, piano and I brings magic but I look towards the ukelele and my voice.

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

I am a virgin. Both physically and emotionally. Always lusted, never acted. Doubting and confidence are blurred by a thin line, two sides of a coin on an ‘equipment’ my genes pre-determined before I knew what it was for, swung one way or another depending on the occasion and mood.

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

Over thinking is my forte, fantasising my talent. I fall in love at first sight too often, too easy. A chat is enough to get my heart racing, a touch enough to make my mind wander. Then the realities came, and I retreated to the dark recesses of my mind, a fester like a diseased wound.

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

Life is not helping either. I’m either the graduate with unlimited potential my parents, my teachers, my university wishes me to be, or the possible part of the unemployed statistic life and I sees myself to be. I’m not short on money, but I’m not financially stable to be my own man. I am the charming tongue, convincer and leader, and I am the sulking, whining mess.

I am my own poison, and right now this is the love I deserve.

I yearn for the day I am free, but without the smashing of my strongest piggy bank called family. I yearn for the day I am loved, for who I am, not just a friend, but without the games and guesses. I yearn for the day I need to wake up routinely early 5 to 6 days a week, but also enjoy the reason behind it. I yearn for the day when I hold my children and grandchildren, and one day teaching them this lesson.

I will not be my own poison, and right now I will fight for the love I deserve.

unamusedsloth:

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Christophe CaudroyHong-Kong Skyscraper, 2011
justsomestuffx3:

I want this to happen so damn badly. :oo
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