zeldathemes
Clover Rabbit
Traveling analyst, believer of all things magical, and a master of rambling.

I blog about things relative to artists, gamers, certain anime lovers and some such other things.

zackisontumblr:

*plans life around having a rich significant other*


EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS

EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS

baracknobama:

i hope manners is the next cool trend

lunacordelia:

Explaining tumblr is like explaining what water tastes like

ultrafacts:

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fuwafuwa-ren-draws-for-you:

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geekishchic:

brokensilence137:

dynaroo:



I think this bird got confused when someone told him he belonged in the sky.
He decided to be the sky instead.

complete with impending rain

geekishchic:

brokensilence137:

dynaroo:

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I think this bird got confused when someone told him he belonged in the sky.

He decided to be the sky instead.

complete with impending rain

miss-love:

my hero

miss-love:

my hero

prehistorian:

stop for a minute and realize you are a 10lb brain piloting a slab of meat

huffelpoof:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

Or, as King Henry VIII likes to call it, a productive evening. 

little-things-count-the-most:

gracefulyawkward:

In 8th grade I had a teacher who, if he caught you reading, would take your book away, read the ending, then threaten to tell you the ending if he caught you reading it again

satan

ifollowbadblogs:

"you’re an adult now"

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buckyderp:

not-safe-for-earth:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…

OH MY HEART

'Do you wanna punch a Nazi? It kinda has to be a Nazi.'

buckyderp:

not-safe-for-earth:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,

But now we’re not.

I wish you would tell me why…

OH MY HEART

'Do you wanna punch a Nazi? It kinda has to be a Nazi.'

charmancler:

you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.