"What was I going to say? Something about the violent moods of my soul. I think I grow more and more poetic. Perhaps I restrained it, and now, like a plant in a pot it begins to crack the earthenware."
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PewDiePie Reacts To Elders React To PewDiePie
SLAY THEM.
Not really even a fan of PewDiePie but hot damn the last two are incredible
Kurt is so done with the audience request.
Dearest Antoinette:
I’m pleased to tell you how wonderful your brothers and sisters are doing in their marriages. Maria Carolina is pregnant expecting her first child in June and Ferdinand is enchanted with Beatrice having made her his wife at once. All this news, which should fill me with contentment is diminished by reflections on your dangerous situation. Everything depends on the wife if she is willing and sweet. I can’t repeat enough the importance for you to employ charm and patience never ill humor, to remedy this unfortunate situation. Remember, nothing is certain about your place there…until an heir is produced.
In case you’re having a bad day, meet Roo, the two-legged chihuahua, and Penny, the fluffy chicken, who just happen to be best friends. Both were rescued by Duluth Animal Hospital and now spend their days together.
"
There was once a man who lived in apartment 5C of my building on Roosevelt Way in Seattle, Washington. He was a middle aged man, who had seen enough of the world and didn’t care for the dreary streets of the University District. I couldn’t tell you what he was doing there, probably working a job, but there was no telling what brought him to apartment 5C.
He had a face carved out of wood and stone. The hair from his ears made it hard for him to hear. Since his wife had left him, he had been too depressed to trim them as often as he used to.
One day, he left his home without his umbrella. The sky hunched in silver clouds. The spring wind had sprung up, kicking up all the dust and dead leaves. The man felt the stir of the Earth, but cursed the wind for being bothersome, that day, of all days.
The bus was on time, but that didn’t stop the man from inhaling the pungent odor permeating from that morning’s motley crew of bus riders. There were commuters, students, nannies, their charges, their strollers, and a number of garbage bags, full of clothing, crammed into the grocery roller, belonging to a haggard, old woman. Her face was dirty and her clothing was soiled. She reeked of urine and despair.
The man turned up his nose, as he sat across from her. She stared at him, as he looked at his watch to check the time. Her teeth were broken and her hair hung in dull wiry tangles. She stared at him and he checked his watch again, already forgetting that the time was 9:36 in the morning. She stared at him and he wondered what day it was, but he never wondered what the woman was staring at.
Finally he looked down into her eyes, afraid. She looked into his, knowing. He felt pity and shame for his mistakes. When he broke his gaze, for a place on the floor, she turned, looking out the windshield of the bus. He was relieved. It was hard to stare Truth in the face.
""Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide."
Jesus Christ - Layered (requested)
Use headphones!
i put this on in my car and it changed my life
My world just changed dramatically. This version is the best to listen to driving at night.
I just died and went to heaven.
oh my fuck
woah dude
yes
This is amazing
"I taste her and realize I have been starving."
