support the arts. go see a friend’s theatre production, buy a piece of artwork you love if you can afford it, tip a street musician who made you stop walking to admire their skills. the arts are so beautiful and under appreciated. please commemorate people for the hard work they show through artwork. as an artist, it’s so easy to become discouraged, so if you have an opportunity to support an artist, do your best to take it.
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The strongest drug that exists for a human is another human
*sees good art*
*gets excited*
*thinks I can art*
*tries to art*
*cant art*
*sobs*
one time a friend of mine programmed a thing called “coke.exe” and all it did was bring up a little pop-up that asked you if you were thirsty for cola and if you clicked “yes” it opened your CD tray and said “here is a cup holder”
THIS IS AMAZING
Someone: Josh Dun is such a nice guy
Tyler: *folds out foldable stage, opens a 40 slide PowerPoint of pictures of Josh edited with terrible comic sans and clears his throat* he is Mine™
I’m sorry that I see fucking galaxies in your eyes and you can’t even find a single star in mine
Anonymous asked:
I don’t know who this is but you’re really sweet 💖
Today, I fucked up… by lending my phone to my sister
Anyways, on monday my little sister was going to go to the cinema with some friends and since she does not have her own phone I graciously let her borrow mine. After coming home she gave it back to me and I saw that she spammed it with selfies, but I thought oh well, deleted them and went on with my life. What I did not notice though was that she fucked with my settings as well and the clock was 1 hour behind.
Oblivious to this information, I set my alarm to ring at 7 and went to bed. I am a heavy sleeper so my alarm is the scene from pulp fiction when the lady screams, “Any of you pricks move and Ill have to shoot every last motherfucking one of you”. As I was tired from life in general I fell asleep immediately. In the morning I woke up and listened… no alarm clock. At first I thought I just woke up earlier but I checked my wristwatch and it was already 7:15. I quickly hopped out of bed at an ungodly speed, cursed repeatedly, grabbed my phone, my bag, and went on my way to school.
Luckily I arrived just before the bell rang at 7:29. I took my seat, plumped my bag with my phone in it on the floor, and pretended to pay attention. All was going well, until 8:00 when disaster struck. The alarm went off, everyone turned towards me, I fumbled trying to shut it off so instead I just took the whole battery out, blushed blood red, asked to go to the bathroom and spent the rest of the day there.
On the bright side this was the last day of school, so hopefully nobody will remember after summer! Or I can always move or go into hiding…
Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does
