Tumblr is where I come to release any true feelings I have, and get away from fake Facebook people. Here I do what I want, with no consequences, because this site isn't popular enough. Therefore, I don't care if what I reblog is unmanly, it's what I want to do, and it gives me a cool feeling. A feeling that I can't describe, the only words that come close to it is the phrase "Forever West" (That's how I described it BEFORE those Wyoming tourist commercials started using it.)
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The Hearse Song
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
And all goes well for about a week,
And then your coffin begins to leak.
And the worms crawl in; the worms crawl out.
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose;
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that’s what you eat when you’re dead.
And the worms crawl out; the worms crawl in.
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin.
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout.
Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out.
Your brain comes tumbling down your snout.
And the worms crawl in; the worms crawl out.
They crawl all over your dirty snout.
Your chest caves in, and your eyes pop out
And your brain turns to sauerkraut.
They invite their friends and their friends too.
They all come down to chew on you.
And this is what it is to die.
I hope you had a nice goodbye.
Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you may be the next to die?
And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay.
And that is the end of a perfect day.
The Hearse Song
Have you ever thought as the hearse goes by,
That you may be the next one to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout,
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You’ll spread it on a slice of bread,
And this is what you eat when you are dead.
Justed wanted to save this finding somewhere.
Chopin is at the piano, quite oblivious of the fact that anyone is listening. He embarks on a sort of casual improvisation, then stops. ‘Go on, go on,’ exclaims Delacroix, ‘That’s not the end!’ ‘It’s not even a beginning. Nothing will come … nothing but reflections, shadows, shapes that won’t stay fixed. I’m trying to find the right colour, but I can’t even get the form …’ ‘You won’t find the one without the other,’ says Delacroix, ‘and both will come together.’ ‘What if I find nothing but moonlight?’ ‘Then you will have found the reflection of a reflection.’ The idea seems to please the divine artist. He begins again, without seeming to, so uncertain is the shape. Gradually quiet colours begin to show, corresponding to the suave modulations sounding in our ears. Suddenly the note of blue sings out, and the night is all around us, azure and transparent. Light clouds take on fantastic shapes and fill the sky. They gather about the moon which casts upon them great opalescent discs, and wakes the sleeping colours. We dream of a summer night, and sit there waiting for the song of the nightingale .
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…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Ballet lessons pay off…
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This is what’s happening on Venezuela right now. Please reblog to spread the word. We had a fraud on the presidential elections. People are getting killed for defending their rights. I know what happened in Boston is extremely horrible too and I am really sorry about that but maybe you can help us too. Please guys reblog this so the whole world can know the truth!
I am putting this on various tags so more people will see it. I know this has nothing to do with Owl City or One Direction or whatever but please we NEED your help
Source: starsglowforyou
What’s Wrong?
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what’s happening, what you rapping about,
Little boy? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
The Gentle Giant
My greatest fear is hurting someone unintentionally. Like, nice people are never treated the way they should be. They aren’t taken seriously. So many people don’t assign value to the goodness in people. “Nice guys finish last” is a very true saying. Not just in the romantic field, but any social circumstance whatever. When you’re too nice, you can’t accomplish anything that matters, because people will not take you seriously.
They will speak to you in a tone of voice that would be spoken to that of a child. A tone that says, “You don’t understand, you’ve never been in the real world, you don’t understand how things work, leave things to those who know better and you stay in your happy, ignorant, bubble.” Fight back against the person who speaks in this manner to you. If possible, run for life from that person. If they don’t take you seriously or don’t have the courtesy to pretend that they do, they will add nothing to your life. Constant, unwavering politeness will get you nowhere.
That’s why I’m a little bit of a jerk; I tried being nice for so long. I’m not an asshole or a douchebag, at least I’ve never considered myself one and I haven’t heard anyone assign that title to my name. But I fight back a little bit with small negs. But the worst feeling I have ever felt is losing someone after going too far when underneath, all I wanted was to be nice. All I had were good intentions. The one event when I experienced that feeling was eventually mended and all was forgotten. But I will never forget the panic that washed over me when that one person started to hurt and I tried to surrender my guard and show them that I am nice and I don’t want to hurt anyone. To show them that I am a gentle giant that values them and will never cross the line again, ever.
Date me because:
Pfft, I don’t need to justify myself. It doesn’t matter that I once landed a plane blinded with no engine. It doesn’t matter that I’m a skilled pianist. It doesn’t matter that I’m a sexy smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch. It doesn’t matter that I am a highly-accomplished engineer at the age of 17 that has sent sensors to the edge of space and holds a high-paying position as an Assistant Mold Designer at a Tool & Mold company. It doesn’t matter that I am an Officer in the United States Air Force Auxiliary in charge of 30 personnel. It doesn’t matter that I received the title of “Expert” from the National Rifle Association in smallbore rifle.
No. What matters is that I’m a guy that loves Adventure Time, cuddling, philosophical talks, and capybaras, who will never hurt you on purpose and will strive to make you feel as great as you can feel everyday.
Have a wonderful day,
‘cause you deserve it.
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