Sometimes,
You try so hard to take care of everyone else,
That you forget to take care of yourself
(Source: zenami, via sailor-crashoverride)
It is dawn I must go now!
My elderitch horror gods seek audience!
clyane:
bedquest:
dear fucking tumblr
this is a fucking bumblebee

this is a fucking bee

this is a fucking hornet

this is a fucking wasp

as you can fucking see the longer their legs are and the less fuzzy they are is equivalent to how fucking evil they fucking are

are you sure?
All a wasp is is a not bee and not ant of the genus Hymenoptera.
ospreying:
A REASON SUPERHEROINES THAT USE GUNS AND WEAR LOWCUT SHIRTS IS A STUPID IDEA IS BECAUSE HAVING BULLET SHELLS LAND IN YOUR SHIRT IS PAINFUL AS FUCK AND YOU HAVE TO BE A N IDIOT TO LEAVE YOUR CLEAVAGE OUT, AND OWWWW I HAVE BURN MARKS ONE JUST GOT STUCK IN MY BRA.
This is the same reason I hate the shirtless rambo stereotype.
And when people cook bacon in their underwear.
Like THAT IS STUPID. STOP BEING STUPID!
The heavy sea found us (when we were passing) through Via Egnatia1
Beaufort forces take us on the open sea
The course might be a little wrong, who is playing with the lights?
And the (ship’s) fore is heading towards Grevena2
In a sea of whisky
(we ‘re) castaways and who can find us
And the whole earth gets dizzy, staggers
(Someone) with his head like a strainer
And the car like a fishing boat
Who has put it wheel and sail?
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol is free (x3)
Alcohol is free, alcohol is free
(There’s) wave and it’s raging
And the mermaid is asking
But Alekos is drunk, fair lady
(There’s a) traffic light in the midlle of the sea
Dude, we were found out
Who took my little house far away, far away?
The heavy sea found us (when we were passing) through Via Egnatia
Beaufort forces take us on the open sea
The course might be a little wrong, who is playing with the lights?
And the (ship’s) fore is heading towards Grevena
The heavy sea found us (when we were passing) through Via Egnatia
Beaufort forces take us on the open sea
The course might be a little wrong, who is playing with the lights?
And the (ship’s) fore is heading towards Grevena
The whisky is not to blame
The ice cubes were bombs3
Even the boat eventually has wheels
Alcotest and traffic cop
The road wasn’t made for us
A downhill is starting in the sea
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol is free (x3)
Alcohol is free, alcohol is free