Enescu in France
George Enescu was a Romanian Composer. When he was in France, he was known as Georges Enesco. I like his surname. This blog is actually not about composers approximately 99.984% of the time.
Why did the farmer won the Nobel prize? He was outstanding in his field. asked by Anonymous

mossycoat:

YES THANKS 

kauvera:

supernatural-aka-tearsandgay:

wiener-cest:

demeaniac:

STOP SCROLLING

straighten your back, mate

NOW GO ON

woah thanks i really needed that today

tumblr user demeaniac doing little favors for tumblr one post at a time

FUCK THIS POST HAS SHOWED UP LIKE 10 TIMES TODAY AND I HAVE BEEN HUNCHED OVER EVERY FUCKING TIME

PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING it is the best reminder for me ever and I always need it omg

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subtle-disgust:

Don’t be a square

subtle-disgust:

Don’t be a square

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badpoetrysociety:

stormywriting:

bunrobot:

cupcakemichi:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

he is unstoppable

how did you get he from this
there is literally not a single pronoun or gender identifier of any kind in the post

there are hundreds of comments on this post referring to me as ‘he’ and you are the first to call that out. thank you

I want to read their plan though?

I know right???

badpoetrysociety:

stormywriting:

bunrobot:

cupcakemichi:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

he is unstoppable

how did you get he from this

there is literally not a single pronoun or gender identifier of any kind in the post

there are hundreds of comments on this post referring to me as ‘he’ and you are the first to call that out. thank you

I want to read their plan though?

I know right???

(via aleatory-life)

thekimonogallery:

Image taken about mid-20th century.  Photographer unknown

thekimonogallery:

Image taken about mid-20th century.  Photographer unknown

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regisfiliaaa:

Got ‘em, coach!

regisfiliaaa:

Got ‘em, coach!

(via baronvonvaderham)

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

bitterarab:

Ayad Brissam Karim, from Iraq, holds a picture of himself taken before his “accident.” US helicopters attacked the vegetable field where he played, leaving him blind in both eyes and with burns to his face. 

bitterarab:

Ayad Brissam Karim, from Iraq, holds a picture of himself taken before his “accident.” US helicopters attacked the vegetable field where he played, leaving him blind in both eyes and with burns to his face. 

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aseaofquotes:

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

aseaofquotes:

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

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bienenkiste:

Photographed by Pelle Crépin for COS

bienenkiste:

Photographed by Pelle Crépin for COS

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