Wobbledy wobble wob wob wobble wob wobbin
and I cringe. I whole-heartedly cringe.
Tracey's are the nicest people in the world.... some my think there kinda weird or a tad nuts but when you see past it you'll see Tracey's are the best people to have around.
they sing, they dance and they love.
Tracey's are also very talkative, funny, cuddly, lovable and just all round fantastic people. -Urban Dictionary
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Yup, I think that sums it all up, don't you?
I am a Tracey, and I'm 20 going on 21 in March.
Basically this will contain whatever I want it to. So far it seems to be a mix of art, my life, random stuff, and my fandoms.
Enjoy!!! ;P
they sing, they dance and they love.
Tracey's are also very talkative, funny, cuddly, lovable and just all round fantastic people. -Urban Dictionary
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Yup, I think that sums it all up, don't you?
I am a Tracey, and I'm 20 going on 21 in March.
Basically this will contain whatever I want it to. So far it seems to be a mix of art, my life, random stuff, and my fandoms.
Enjoy!!! ;P
Animals With Stuffed Animals Of ThemselvesHere are some animals hanging out with stuffed animal versions of themselves, which is clearly a thing that animals should be doing a lot more often.
(via ladylyssa)
When you’re watching a new episode of your favorite show and someone tries to get you to do something:
That is so accurate that’s it’s scary.
The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
1874
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
Inspired by song 장우영(Jang woo young) - Like it didn’t even happen at all (시작도 없던 것처럼) by Hajin Bae
Lyrics:
“Forget the time we loved, Like it didn’t even happen at all..
I think it’s time I let you go.. Goodbye..”
