je suis struggling

traditional celtic folk music makes me go buck fucking wild. i don’t know what it is, if it’s just in my blood or if it’s a past life or just ‘cause it’s objectively soulful but I hear that fiddle and I immediately transform into this heartbroken irish widow in 1787 with a shawl draped over my shoulders staring over the cliffs of moher, waiting for my ghostly lover to return from sea

mysplatypi:

My heart says yes but my vocal ability assures me that the answer is still no.

raffaelllllo:

i hope i can radiate big jean valjean energy someday

prairiemouse:

it’s time to abandon the responsibilities of school and jobs and move into a Scottish castle to live as hermit witches.

missvoltairine:

it has been like at least eight years and sometimes I still think to myself, when I am tired, “but I am le tired… well then take a nap! AND THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES” even though in retrospect that is like one of the most embarrassingly unfunny videos to ever come out of the internet

ratmovieremix:

ratmovieremix:

in my dreams last night i moderated a deviantart stamp group featuring one that said “i don’t like boys i just warnma dance like a lizard”