pumpkababe
pumpkababe:

superhighschoollevelpessimist:

eneko-wweh:

mr-egbutt:

tyleroakley:

witchhctiw:

the-solitary-witch:

warriorsatthedisco:

Its called the Death Waltz, and was written as a joke but people have attempted it on piano.

Saxes move downstage.

I’ll just leave this here.

SWEET JESUS CLICK THAT




the added directions are great.'insert peanuts''gradually become irritated''cresc., or not''untie slip knot''bow real fast, slippage may occur'

Release the penguins


THIS IS FANTASTIC

pumpkababe:

superhighschoollevelpessimist:

eneko-wweh:

mr-egbutt:

tyleroakley:

witchhctiw:

the-solitary-witch:

warriorsatthedisco:

Its called the Death Waltz, and was written as a joke but people have attempted it on piano.

Saxes move downstage.

I’ll just leave this here.

SWEET JESUS CLICK THAT

the added directions are great.
'insert peanuts'
'gradually become irritated'
'cresc., or not'
'untie slip knot'
'bow real fast, slippage may occur'

Release the penguins

THIS IS FANTASTIC

potatoandotherwise

pocketbeastie:

So one time, one of my guy friends said, “I’m pretty sure I’m straight but I’ve never slept with a man so how do I know for sure if I’m not bisexual or gay” and so he actually went and picked up a guy, had sex with him and after ward he said, “Well that was fun but I appear to be straight.” and just went on with his life without making a big deal about his dip into homosexuality and really, I think everybody should be this relaxed about sexualities

wholetjackdrive

love-thesmall-things asked:

Oh no, you're not privileged. You have to *work* for what you want. How sad! How dare your parents not help pay for your car. At least you have parents, a home, the opportunity to buy a car. You are so lucky, you have no idea. Stop complaining.

wholetjackdrive answered:

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. My dad won’t let me work because he fears it’ll interfere with my studies and he’s strict like that. I couldn’t work even if I wanted to. As for my parents, they already live in separate houses and are on the verge of divorce (they flat out told me the day I go off to college is the day they go down to the courthouse to file one). And as for my house, we can barely afford it and it’s taking everything in our power to pay for it. And the whole car thing, I can’t legally buy one yet because I’m not 18. So I kind of need my parents’ help. Because God forbid a child actually needs their parents’ help. Yeah, I’ll admit I’m more privileged than the average Asian girl on this planet but jesus fucking christ, am I not allowed to complain? Oh my god, my life isn’t as bad as some people in America so I’m not allowed to complain about ANYTHING or else I’m labeled as bitchy.

I’m not gonna sit here and type out EVERYTHING shitty about my life because I don’t need to prove myself to you. I know that I’m not living a perfect life and it’s fucking stressful. Life is stressful.

What was the fucking point of this message anyway? Did you think this shitty-worded, rude ask was going to give me some big epiphany about my life and how “not shitty” it is? As if I’ve never heard that before. Yes, I’m grateful for everything I have (even when it’s not much) but Jesus Christ, I’m allowed to have problems too. Don’t want to see me rant about my PERSONAL problems on my PERSONAL blog? There’s an unfollow button for a reason. Utilize it. I’d take 10 kind followers over 10,000 asshole followers any day.