Why no, I don’t know the words to that song, but I do know all the lyrics to my Blue Lake unit’s parody of it.
greekceltic:
centaurcentral:
“A Centaur in Disguise” by Michelle Tolo
This is the most precious Centaur art I’ve ever seen.
the-perks-of-being-a-homestuck:
such wonderful old gcse papers
sallyjacksoning:
there was a drug search at our school today and they busted at least seven people
at a middle school
amazingphil-found-your-blog-and:
that must be why there’s a panic at the disco
(Source: singitformikeyway)
aeura:
dangertitties:
thecakebar:
DIY S’mores Pie Pops {must click the link for recipe and FULL tutorial}
RAVIOLI RAVIOLI NOW I HAVE THE FORMUOLI!
could u plz reblog this for me so i dont lose it
8 gifs of Doctor Who scenery requested by anon
(Source: belovedimpala)
vegansanfrancishet:
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Oyster Farming for Fun and Profit 
