Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow
Just having dinner with Adam Smith’s fam. Nbd.
What happens when a tree branch falls onto a powerline?
Answer: Dramatic Annihilation
Only 17 seconds long - stick to the end.
Submitted by: nonniebyrd
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.
Did that shit…just explode rainbows?!
idk why but I burst out laughing every time I see this video
gapes at screen with open mouth
“No,” the wire whispered. “You can’t—you’ll burn—”
The branch smiled sadly, looking up at the tree that had protected her for so many years. But, the branch needed to know for herself the heat and passion of the wires. “I would rather burn a hundred times over,” she said softly, “than live an eternity away from you.”
“But, I’m right here! You can see me every day!” The wire pleaded desperately. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Actually, I do,” the branch replied. “I’m falling and it’s only a matter of time. Please…tell me you’ll catch me. Even if I’ll burn, tell me you’ll catch me.”
The wire was silent before swaying in affirmation, gazing up at the branch that had always been so far above him. Always out of reach, always kept away, protected jealously by the tree.
The wind was picking up, and with each blow, the branch swung ever closer to the wires until finally, she was ripped from the tree and fell down into the waiting arms of her beloved.
“Hello,” she whispered, feeling that dreadful heat creeping up from her base. It wouldn’t be long now. The sparks were already starting and she was starting to glow. The wire tried to prevent the inevitable, desperately trying to contain the power he knew would lead to her violent destruction, but all he could do was watch her burn as they swayed in the wind.
It was over within a few seconds. There was a sudden burst of colorful flames and everything was still. Even the wind had died down, leaving the remnants of the branch…his branch…sprawled across him, nothing more than a charred memory.
You know Shweta’s going to great lengths not to do her paper when she writes a tragic OTP for a telephone wire and a tree branch.
I’m going to now creep out as discreetly as possible and try to write my paper. Or something.
Tumblr…did you just give me a fanfiction…about a stick falling on a power line?
And people wonder why I spend so much time with you.
otp: i would burn into rainbows for you
omg why does everybody think that glee clubs sucks but when they sing at prom they’re suddenly amazing and cool i just don’t understand
OH DEAR GOD WHY IS THIS BACK
BECAUSE IT IS FLAWLESS
BUT THE NOTES HAD FINALLY STOPPED
SHHHHHH JUST ACCEPT THE GLORY
jordyn i don’t think you understand how awesome this is. like, now i just see a castiel version of blaine and akjsdsjskfjdsklfj
do you see this image? this is the computer generated image of what the world is going to look like in december of 2012. it’s a horribel sight isn’t it? stop this madness, lets prevent the ending of the world. stop kony 2012
stop kony from smashing some planets together he has the power
Actually it’s a replicated image of when Thea crashed into Earth to form the moon, but okay.
No, this is an MRI of someone dying. The brain releases a endorphins at the moment of death, making them feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.
Say hello to mechanically separated chicken.
This is a picture of my friend Becky. She used to be a happy, popular girl until one night she snorted marijuana at a party. She died instantly. Please, don’t do marijuana. It’s the most dangerous drug out there. Please don’t wind up like Becky.
No you guys this is what an abortion looks like at nine months. Reblog if you’re against the baby-killing liberal media.
Oh my god you’re all stupid. This is Marilyn Monroe. Does she look stick skinny to you? No she had curves. Like every woman should. This is true beauty.
Wait. What? I thought that this is melting butter.
no this is patrick
T H I S I S S P A R T A
no but i could give you directions to an actual italian restaurant
How many existentialists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Two. One to change the lightbulb, and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness.