mydarkenedeyes:

Michael Manomivibul

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People sometimes ask me why I’m scared of the sea.

It is because, to me, this is the sea. This is what the sea always looks like to me

thesnarkywalrus:

cunt-pus

You are drunk, and you amuse me mightily with your questions of my nameology.

Have I ever told you you’re cool? ‘Cause you so are :D

raptorcock:

askfacebones:

octopickles:

I’d like to think of this set of shrug memes as “Ironyklok”.
I should really stop making memes out of boredom. 

this is my fetish 

CAN I JUST…

CAN I JUST MAKE SWEET TENDER LOVE TO THIS.

FOREVER.

Check that, I reblog people getting hurt and things that really entertain me.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, I’M BECOMING LIKE A REAL TUMBLR PERSON. NO MORE ORIGINAL CONTENT EVER AAAAAGAAAAIN.

Also, I’m pissed. Yo.

driinababy:

worst possible time to find out about your superpowers

Fucking… just… wow.

It seems the only thing I ever reblog is people getting hurt.

Ho boy. Today’s not off to a flying start.

Didn’t get a wink of sleep, instead managing only to get a delirious half-consciousness somewhere between three and five in the morning for an undetermined period of time (at one point I was fervently insistent to myself that I would invent duvets with sleeves, so that I could put my hands out of the covers without - and whilst this isn’t how I phrased it in my delirium-mind, this was the gist - avoid inflaming the amours of lusty, gay Victorian gentlemen with my bare shoulders who might happen to be in my room [also exposing my neck to vampires for some reason. I hate how sometimes trying really hard to sleep only results in you dreaming whilst awake for some reason]).

All my senses are jumbled and I’ve still got left over psuedo-thoughts floating in my head from my crazy-not-sleep. I can’t even just nap at noon or something either -nooo, too much work to do. At least it ensured I was up hella early to read my course books.

Huh. Well, multi-talented people exist. But I’ve been at the guitar for years and…and… I guess… well..

Okay, well I’ve been learning… to…

Fuck this shit, man. Fucking talent…

Fu.. I hate myself. I’m gonna go learn to hunt shrimp or some shit.

‘A djembe is a rope-tuned skin-covered drum played with bare hands. According to the Bamana people in Mali, the name of the djembe comes from the saying “Anke djé, anke bé” which translates to “everyone gather together in peace” and defines the drum’s purpose. In the Bambara language, “djé” is the verb for “gather” and “bé” translates as “peace”.’

The Bamanan people are fucking awesome.

burnedtoobright:

hoarous:

jumpingjacktrash:

awkwaben:

Oh holy shit.

oh my god, this is a real match and not an anime and there are no wires that actually happened in the real world. :O

…holy shit what

hot DAMN

I don’t always reblog. But when I do, I reblog a tiny androgynous person leaping into the air and spiral kick-flipping someone whilst drinking Guinness and listening to live recordings of my friends punk band.

These days my beautiful guitar Saturday is falling apart. He comes out of tune so easily the these days I call him Splatterday instead. Poor ol’ Splatterday.

So many fucking books, books books books books.

I had too many books before I came to university - and now I just have so many. So fucking many. Too many. They’re the new socks - I can’t find the ones I want, they’re strewn everywhere. They’re in every room in both my houses, piles upon piles upon piles and I just need the right one for my essay. Always just the right one, and I can never find it. Where are you, Brideshead Revisited, you classist piece of bollocks? I need to write an essay on you, you fucker.