Tidying Up Art by Ursus Wehrli
Wehrli takes everyday scenes of disorder and rearranges them into neat rows, sorted by different attributes such as color, size, shape, and type, etc.
(Source: unknownskywalker)
Tidying Up Art by Ursus Wehrli
Wehrli takes everyday scenes of disorder and rearranges them into neat rows, sorted by different attributes such as color, size, shape, and type, etc.
(Source: unknownskywalker)
the little numbers tag is full with people who had just discover this fic, this is the cutest thing ever :)
welcome ^_^
do you think when johnny depp agrees to be in a movie with a different director he goes home at night and tim burton is just there with his face pressed against the window and johnny has to close the curtains to avoid feeling guilty
Blaine, Kurt, their daughter and bras.
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“Kurt! Kurt come here, quickly! Kurt! This is an emergency!”
Panic tickling his mind, Kurt rushed down the stairs, never thinking to end the important phone call he was on.
“What, oh my god, Blaine! What’s wrong?”
Blaine looked fidgety and worried, running desperate hands through his hair which just two hours earlier had looked sculpted and perfect.
“She needs a bra!”
do you ever sit around and think about Darren when he’s older one day and looking fine with some salt and pepper hair, glasses and a billion laugh lines because he’s just that guy and you’re like “oh okay you’re probably just going to get more attractive as you get older aren’t you and I’m going to be this crazy fangirl for you for the rest of my life oh okay” and get overwhelmed?
he’s going to be one of THOSE assholes, like george clooney or johnny depp or rdj who just gets progressively better looking and i am going to shoot myself when i’m 50 with saggy tits and darren is still a hot sexy piece of ass