insideoutnight: philosophy, bamboo, dancing, and learning the hard way. Oh lord, oh baby, oh lord.
roger-kint: Don’t know what I love more: David Lynch or his hair…
What a baby. →
NO SLEEP: So some helium walk into a bar. →
m1kevee: Or, rather than walks, floats; for helium, at room temperature, is a gas, and thus has no legs with which to walk, and, due to its lighter-than-air nature, does not sink to the ground. The bartender himself is confused, for not only is helium invisible to the naked eye, in the absence of another…
do you ever think about being julia in her shop. like you’re standing...
I’d love to have a baby, yes. But I’d rather have another cat.– Freddie Mercury (via fuckyeahmercury)