oh yeah and I just passed 10,000 posts

blamelessvestalslot:

must be getting tired cause this cracked me up and then I sat there looking at it and starting laughing more!

at rehearsal yesterday.

so we were all gathered around the piano, singing ‘Pure Imagination’ no big deal right when all of a sudden I felt something on the top of my hair. thinking my hair had just separated wrong, I ignored it. after we finished the song, I went to brush my hair back into place with my hand and afucking caterpillar fell to the floor.

there was a fucking caterpillar on my head for most of pure imagination and I have no idea where the fuck it even came from

but maybe it’s like a good sign or something you know because don’t caterpillars represent change or something like that? so maybe it’s a good thing that there was a caterpillar in my hair.

bortky:

One Must Always Reblog When Fandoms Save Each Other

comehomebrother:

Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare.