Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday
Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)
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Eight months ago, when I was waxing fuckin’ floors in the cafeteria, my mom passed. And I wasn’t there to say the things you supposed to say to your mom before she gone. So I know you ain’t telling me to my face right now that you walked back in this place because freedom was inconvenient for you.
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Remember that time Daleks and Cybermen had sass-off?
THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVE SCENE FROM DOCTOR WHO EVER I AM NOT EVEN JOKING I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE MADE A POST OF IT I THINK ABOUT THIS MORE OFTEN THAN IS NORMAL UGH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY
No one sasses better than the Daleks and Cybermen. No one.
When she looked into it, she found herself holding her children’s birth certificates, and all of their names weren’t shitty
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no but bi harry deliberately fucking with ron like they’re at christmas dinner or w/e and harry just goes “you know ron i’m in love with your sister and everything but if bill was single…goddamn. i’d go there”
bill winks across the table at harry
"GODDAMN IT YOU CAN’T TAKE ALL MY SIBLINGS, HARRY."
"Don’t worry, Ron, you can keep Percy."
Bad Bitches through the ages
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im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to
spiderman dances to the beat
no matter what song
ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour
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"Não sabes,caro amigo,como meu coração é inquieto e desigual.É desnecessário dizer-to: porventura não tens,tu mesmo,tido o desprazer de me ver passar rapidamente da tristeza aos transportes da alegria e de uma doce melancolia a uma paixão funesta!Eu trato meu coracão como uma criança doente,tudo o que deseja lhe concedo.Não digas isto a ninguém,porque haveria quem me incriminasse." - Goethe~~ Permalink ~~ Reblog ~~