vicvondoombwhahaha:

You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp


This needs to be synchronized to the worlds most beautiful sonata.

vicvondoombwhahaha:

You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp

This needs to be synchronized to the worlds most beautiful sonata.

not-blinking:

bowtiesandscarvesandmagic:

sagansense:

itscolossal:

The Cloud: An Interactive Thunderstorm in Your House

It will be mine. Oh yes. It will be mine. And my literal “brainstorming room" will be complete.

all hail the glow cloud

ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY GLOW CLOUD.

I need this!!!

lyssa-jayne:

tastefullyoffensive:

[oatmeal]

I laughed way too hard

I had weird glances from coworkers after laughing so hard.

nice-wig-janis:

when plans get cancelled that you didn’t wanna attend

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This is what cooking in our kitchen looks like!!

This is what cooking in our kitchen looks like!!

Hey, Walt! I know you've talked a lot about the projects you've been working on, and how you feel about them, but how do you feel in general? You've sounded a bit frustrated, so I feel like it might be worth checking up on you. =) Regardless, have a fantastic week!

fororchestra:

Part of the reason I’ve been so quiet is because I’ve been sad. Just bored. No one understands me. The past 6 weeks I was having trouble actually PAYING people to help me on this journey… Some thought it was stupid and said “no thanks”. Some never called back. Some showed up late. Some didn’t show up at all.

I almost flew to Los Angeles tonight for a party to see all my friends that I love there. And then I was going to fly back tomorrow for this video shoot in Philadelphia. It would have cost me $800. Why? Why on earth would I ever spend $800 to fly across the country for a party with friends, especially at a time when I almost have no money left?

Because the insanity that it would have been to do all that JUST to smile and have fun with people who understand me is greater than the insanity I’m having from staying home another weekend saving $800.

I have 2 weddings this month, so I can’t afford to fly back and forth every week until I live there next month.

But going back to how I feel - I just want a friend, and I hate living on the east coast and I can’t wait to get out of here. Part of the reason why I’m so excited for these videos and working with dancers and film people and choreographers is so I can socialize and hang with people like me. I’ll make less money, but I hate writing music in my studio alone all day and playing piano all day. Alone. All day. Alone.

I can’t even find artists here who get ecstatic at new adventures and risks, friends who want to do something other than go to another shitty dive bar, stay up past 10pm, or even a date who doesn’t freak out after Google’ing me afterwards.

Sorry if I sound depressed, I’m really not. I’m just exhausted, bored, anxious, lonely, and can’t wait to get to see my video come to life this weekend. Thanks for checking up on me - that means a lot!

Walt. You are an amazingly gifted artist and this project will be one of the best things you have done when it is finished. I admire your tenacity and dedication to music and production. I have always lacked any sort of natural skill with instruments and music in general. And that talent is something that I believe makes someone shine. But it is people just like you who don’t just have this talent or learned this ability, but actually strive to do something grand and beautiful with it that are all the more rare in the world. I just wanted to let you know that you are grand.

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.


I almost couldn’t keep myself together reading this at work!

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness

Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.

So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.

I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 

So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are

and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.

because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.

Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.

The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.

fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

I almost couldn’t keep myself together reading this at work!

literallysame:

I don’t want it to be easter anymore


When you get too old for Easter

literallysame:

I don’t want it to be easter anymore

When you get too old for Easter

My wife has a way with yeast.

My wife has a way with yeast.

toss-some-jello-trossarello:

strawberry-squidd:

toss-some-jello-trossarello:

Oh.. Seems pretty violent ..

Go ahead. Watch it. Prove your doubts.

I take everything back. That was horribly scarring. And yet, I can’t stop watching.


Wait until you hit the point where you can feel all of what you just watched hit your stomach and make you curl into a ball and cry.

toss-some-jello-trossarello:

strawberry-squidd:

toss-some-jello-trossarello:

Oh.. Seems pretty violent ..

Go ahead. Watch it. Prove your doubts.

I take everything back. That was horribly scarring. And yet, I can’t stop watching.

Wait until you hit the point where you can feel all of what you just watched hit your stomach and make you curl into a ball and cry.

Fish and chips for dinner!! My wife is amazing!!

Fish and chips for dinner!! My wife is amazing!!

Pulled pork sandwiches and fried onions!

Pulled pork sandwiches and fried onions!