Dancing is good to let it all out. Any place will do. With or without company.
You can do it at a disco:
Or, if you prefer, in your own bedroom:
You can even do it with all of your tumblr crushes (come on, you know you wanna…):

Anthropologist in the making with a fondness for photojournalism, tech & writing. Also a mime who fosters kittens & loves to volunteer.
Today I finally had the chance to use my lovely angry birds t-shirt from Codebits. Thank the mighty GIFs for good weather and the cute LOLcats for that tree. I took that opportunity, of course, to train and get fit for my next battle against the pigs. Now where they at, uh?
Dancing is good to let it all out. Any place will do. With or without company.
You can do it at a disco:
Or, if you prefer, in your own bedroom:
You can even do it with all of your tumblr crushes (come on, you know you wanna…):
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve seen this video over the last years. I keep coming back to it because I know that I laugh just as hard with it just as the very first time I saw it. It doesn’t wears out. :,) My pill to laughter!
My feelings exactly! xD
(Source: danielsahyounee, via thelightofthewest)
consulting-idjits-in-the-tardis:
Can we all just take a second to appreciate this opening paragraph on my paper earlier this semester about my experience here at Tumblr?
No flaws detected.
WHERE IS THE REST
The rest is here, you lazy bunch: https://www.dropbox.com/s/jj32klpn2tpobuk/Social%20Norms%20Tumbling%20Away.docx :P
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Last Xmas me and some tweeps discovered we had something in common: we suffer in these holidays.
There are several reasons one could point for it, the first that comes to mind, myself being a skeptic, is the general distaste for any religious-based holidays. Then there’s also that feeling that the original idea was subverted. It is now just another commercial season. S’all good for me if you want it that way. I could not care less if you’re eager for Xmas because of the gifts instead of the quality family time. The problem me and those tweeps faced last year, however, goes beyond any of those reasons.
Our problem with the season are its antics.
We have dysfunctional families. There are arguments. People getting upset for little things. Stress taking over our mom’s over the dinner’s preparations. It all becomes a big kraken getting ready to swallow you whole.

Twitter, and sharing our misfortunes, became our only solace last year. We decided to make it fun and thus the “family drama game” was born. Hopefully, a tradition to stick around. Everyone’s welcome to join!
Here are the rules:
Winner is the person with more Xmas antics (unless something like being kicked out happens to someone - it did so to last year’s winner) and their prize is to get to brag about having the most dysfunctional family! o/
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Participants so far:
—> Your twitter handle should be here too, if your family is all about the antics and you wanna have some fun with it. ;) Contact me at @eloisavaldes and use the hashtag: #XmasAntics!
So, you in?

P.S.: Here’s out O.S.T.: http://eloisavaldes.com/post/38707416285/dropkick-murphys-the-seasons-upon-us-is-one-of
I was trying to give him a bath….
He clearly didnt want it
Oh Damien….
Bawww, cutie.
HE’S.
“>:U”
“NO MOM”
STAHP! D:
(via thelightofthewest)
I hereby declare this to be the best spam bot on twitter! All of Melanie’s tweets are about positivity. Way better than porn, fishing links and all those “follow-back team” bots. :,)
I love my dash at tumblr. :,)
If you want yours to become funny, witty and all sorts of awesomesauce be sure to follow these two lovely peeps:
http://lastoftheelvhenan.tumblr.com/ and http://wapy.tumblr.com/
HaHa! Joke’s on you if you believed any of that crap! :D
I have this GIF-post queued for eons, peeps. I can only hope someone survives to see it! D:
Anyway, I’m off to bed. Good night and… don’t forget to bring your towel! ;)
what the fuck does this say
- imagine how is touch the sky
- touch is the sky imagine how
- sky the touch is how imagine
- I’m seriously confused
I think this is one of our generation’s great mysteries.
Imagine sky. How is the touch [?]
(Source: n3scau, via meinherzsprichtstaub)