I have always been a storm


“I danced around as Isadora Duncan at four years old. And my parents said ‘What are we gonna do?’ I’d pay my brother 50 cents a week, just to dance with me, just because I loved to dance so much. I didn’t want to go to ballet school every day, and study, and kill myself either; because I knew I couldn’t bluff my way through, say Russian ballet. So I had to figure out another way to do something wonderful without working at it. So as a real little girl I started singing along with the Beach Boys, learning all the words … Working out my routine, sort of, and that’s not easy when the mirror starts at right where your chest starts, and you’re trying to work out the whole stage show, but that’s what I did.”
Stevie Nicks, rock n’ roll ballerina.

I danced around as Isadora Duncan at four years old. And my parents said ‘What are we gonna do?’ I’d pay my brother 50 cents a week, just to dance with me, just because I loved to dance so much. I didn’t want to go to ballet school every day, and study, and kill myself either; because I knew I couldn’t bluff my way through, say Russian ballet. So I had to figure out another way to do something wonderful without working at it. So as a real little girl I started singing along with the Beach Boys, learning all the words … Working out my routine, sort of, and that’s not easy when the mirror starts at right where your chest starts, and you’re trying to work out the whole stage show, but that’s what I did.”

Stevie Nicks, rock n’ roll ballerina.

(Source: crystalline-, via running-through-the-shadows)

certaintimecertainplace:

Aw the Follow Forever response makes me feel all snuggly. Everyone is so sweet. You’re all so lovely.

tiniestleaf:

im just a small gay but i have big gay feelings

(via ccosimasniehaus)

frostingpeetaswounds:

i think it’s pretty

fallontonight:

thursdaythe12th:

fallontonight:

Questlove, Damon, and Kirk thought they were watching the 50 Shades of Grey trailer, but we gave them so much more

kirks face at the end, though, hes accepted it, and is trying to move on.

It’s hard to recover from a scare like that.

lilyrabesource:

Lily Rabe | Paleyfest 2013

(via sister-misty-montgomery)

mylittlebig-world-of-my-mind:

take-me-tom-hiddleston:

ship-it-all-the-way:

jadedfalling:

sickledsnake:

itsdorkgirl:

gravemakers-and-gunslingers:


BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.

we need this

gonna put it on my dick

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR

This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.

I would send messages in morse code

magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.

Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta

mylittlebig-world-of-my-mind:

take-me-tom-hiddleston:

ship-it-all-the-way:

jadedfalling:

sickledsnake:

itsdorkgirl:

gravemakers-and-gunslingers:

BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.

we need this

gonna put it on my dick

THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR

This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.

And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.

I would send messages in morse code

magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.

Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta

(Source: ldrsociety, via sister-misty-montgomery)

Who cares about people’s personal lives? How are you then able to disappear into a role? Trust me, if I had something interesting to say about myself, I would.”

(Source: gellaring, via putthatratpoisondownorsohelpme)