themountainsare:

Wasatch Mountains of Utah by Douglas Pulsipher

themountainsare:

Wasatch Mountains of Utah by Douglas Pulsipher

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itsninjam:

tedmosbyisnotajerk:

if anyone ever asks me what tumblr is i’m gonna show them this video and just walk away

GOD ITS 5AM AND IM TRYING TO HOLD IN MY LAUGHTER FUCK

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magnin-heim:

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tommywrightlll:

jzk:

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R I S E

magnin-heim:

thewrithingsouth:

tommywrightlll:

jzk:

holy shit

i dont get it

holy shit

R I S E

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Vogue’s 73 Questions with Daniel Radcliffe

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jaclcfrost:

let me check your temperature [puts hand on your forehead] hm. hmm. ah. yes. just as i expected. you’re totally cute

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neongenesisevangaylion:

"If I was gay…" and "I’m not gay but…." by Zachary Colin Rance

no homo level 1,000

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"

Arcade Fire - The Suburbs

When they introduced themselves to us, Win Butler and Régine Chassagne were contemplating death and eternity. Two albums later, they were puzzling out boredom and disconnection. In The Suburbs, the streets hadn’t yet frozen over, but the neighborhood was still desolate. This was a version of existential crisis that anyone with a carpeted basement could relate to, and it brought this famously grand, sweeping band perilously close to mundanity. But the band’s touch with allegory didn’t disappear, it simply grew lighter. There is a suburban war at the heart of the album, but the lyrics observe the conflict in the manner of a television left on in the next room. “By the time the first bombs fell/ We were already bored,” Butler sings on the opening song. The album rewinds and scrambles itself multiple times—the opening invitation of “Grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving” repeats itself towards the end, and in the record’s emotional pinnacle, “Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains”), Chassagne rides her bicycle forever, futilely seeking the end of the rows of houses. The emotional thrust comes from the characters’ decisions to unball their fists and seek a higher peace with their surroundings—“I’m moving past the feeling,” Butler croons, at both the beginning and end. But like the endlessly falling bombs, the forever-restarting car, or the scrolling rows of houses, he never stops moving. Regret sits with us, like arthritis or sciatica, and the only viable option is to learn to live with it. —Jayson Greene

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