Life's Too Short To Be Normal

Violinist. Bookworm.

I'm an 18 year old blogger who daydreams too much and is in no way, shape or form, normal. The little things make me happy. Music is my passion. Books are my second passion. I'm honest to a fault. There's nothing wrong with being honest and if someone decides to judge me, so be it. If you read this, even a sentence or two of this, thank you. I mean it. Seriously.

Blog Started: April 24, 2011

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Anonymous asked: Talk dirty to me

asian:

Bacteria and germs

captcevans:

Chris Evans’ classy ALS ice bucket challenge [donate]

Track: Stoick's Ship: Sehr langsam
Artist:
Album:

thecube42:

I slowed down the first half or so of “Stoick’s Ship” by the factor of 145% (preserving pitch), making the tempo almost identical to the common tempo for the final movement of Mahler’s 9th symphony.

The result is something that feels so painfully slow that it’s otherworldly and even somewhat ethereal, just like Mahler.

Perfect music for a Viking funeral, I say.

uglv:

Beagle puppy barking for the first time. “I…don’t know how to express my feelings!”

YOU SHOULD SEE MY FUCKIGN FACE LIL PUPPY UR SO CUTE MLOVE MER

hate:

i’m so afraid of marriage like what if you marry someone and like have kids with them and then they decide they don’t love you anymore or something idk man but that shit is scary

arabellesicardi:

rpattz ALS challenge video is my favorite because it’s the worst. so, basically, in character and totally predictable.  

THEY JUST KEEP THROWING SHIT AT HIM OH MY GOD

thepaisleyelf:

have I talked about how my two cats love each other so much and they literally do everything together and they’re always piled all over each other like

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even when they’re not sleeping they’re just hanging out 

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tom-sits-like-a-whore:

tumble-duh:

theludicrousrival:

the-more-u-know:

Parenting, you’re doing it right. 

I can only hope to be this type of parent.

These parents make my heart melt

That last one really got me. That’s such a good idea, and bless his dad for wanting his son to not feel left out. All his friends were probably like “Look at all my candy” and Fletcher was like “LOOK AT ALL MY TOYS HAHA I GOT TOYS”

morganlindsay97:

What

“Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.” 

basedheisenberg:

Being drunk does not excuse cheating.

Being drunk does not excuse rape.

Being drunk does not excuse being an asshole.

Being drunk does not excuse shitty and destructive behavior.

Being drunk is not an excuse.

Control yourself or don’t drink.

bombaree:

i told a boy i liked his hair today in class and he laughed a little and could hardly say “thanks” and then buried his head in his hands the second i turned around i think i made him flustered omg

wounders:

"Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some who are led."

king-clopin:

gnollengrom:

audreyii-fic:

who is the asgardian woman that looks like Christabella? Her face is creeping me out

the way Thor smiles at her though

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)

Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
Dad: Fuck the government.
Dad: Fuck the school board.
Dad: Close the door.
Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
Dad: I love puns.
Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
Dad: Please shut up.
Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
Dad: They act like I care what they think.
Dad: I hate homework.
Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.