luisgpiercing:

theyamakit:

This is a huge bat compilation in case you’re having a rough day. I hope this cheers y’all up.

Soo cute


imran-suleiman:

Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic gets close and personal with a lion.


toni-tan:

morgrana:

MY MUM THINKS THE LYRICS ARE "I CHIME IN WITH A HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF FEEDING THE GODDAMN POOR?" I’M CRYING

Les mis: pop-punk edition


me and economics



seadwwellinarmageddon:

Remember how all the guys Logan liked at Dalton all had main aspects of Julian.

and they aren’t canon yet why 

charmancler:

another another tags to type and post the tag that comes up

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Title: Story of My Life (Glee Cast Version)
Artist: Glee Cast
Album: Glee: The Music, The Back Up Plan
Played: 21242

Story Of My Life (Glee Cast Version)

Your lived human experience matters. 

I just want to take a moment to say this. 

No matter who you are, your experience matters. It is a story no one else has seen. Every page unfolds with every breath you take, so as long as you are breathing, you are writing it—you are painting it—you are creating it, breath by breath. 

Nobody has your set of genes, and your set of experiences with those genes.  It’s not our individual traits that set us apart. It isn’t your singing voice, your talent at writing, your ability to dance, your genius at biology. If you think “I’m not good at anything” because you don’t have a THING, then you’re thinking about it wrong because those people who have THINGS aren’t only special because of that thing.  They are special—YOU are special—because of the unique combination of individual traits. Look at them separately, they seem like unimportant pieces.  But as a whole, they make you something brilliant. Into a masterpiece.  

Like, how can I explain this—your lived human experience matters no matter how rich or poor or mundane you think it is because no one like you has lived what you have, which means you have something valuable to give, even if it’s just your opinion.  

And opinions can be bullets to brains and knifes shoved through chests and grenades that blow holes in big, strong walls that were built to keep people out. Opinions can be so powerful. You are so powerful.

You don’t have to be the best at something. You don’t have to know what you’re doing.  

You can be lost, bored, sad, and struggling, but you can still share your human experience with someone. 

And that makes you fucking important.