Bohemian Rhapsody is no one’s favorite song, but also everyone’s favorite song. Like, when someone asks what your favorite song is you never say Bohemian Rhapsody but when it starts playing on the radio I am pretty sure you crank it up and belt out every single lyric and you don’t even care you’re so proud.
one of the great joys of attending a school filled with coming chefs and bakers and waiter and stuff, is that I can walk through the school and everything smells like steaks and cooking meat and pastries and fresh bread, and it’s not even 10 in the morning
uno is a great card game it’s just filled with smiles and laughter and numbers and colors and everything is right in the world until someone skips you because then it gets real fuckin personal real fuckin fast
“Don’t think about the jump. The jump doesn’t matter. What matters is your approach. Your canter. Your trot.
The jump height is irrelevant. If your approach is shit, your jump will be shittier.
Ask for impulsion. Ask for self-carriage. If you can get those two things, the jump will come.
So don’t focus on the damn jump.”—(via on-the-bit)
“Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.”—Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal (via neitt)
“I had another master like you once. He had the same mulish obstinacy, seldom acted in his own best interests. Didn’t live long.”—Bartimaeus’ first comparison of Ptolemy and Nathaniel, Jonathan Stroud, The Amulet of Samarkand (via splendidiorvitro)
the anti vaccination movement basically consists of random people with no knowledge of medicine going “I can medicine better than doctors” and it would be hilarious if it wasn’t literally killing people
you dont need vaccines, I havent had any and Im still doing great
wow, what a compelling argument. you’ve got me
in other news, i am still alive therefore death must be a myth