literallycat

pureblyss:

ahandlengthfromhome:

Bon Iver - Blood Bank

You said, ain’t this just like the present
To be showing up like this?
As a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well
That secret that we know that we don’t know how to tell
I’m in love with your honor, I’m in love with your cheeks
What’s that noise up the stairs, babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

these lyrics get me every time.

hopethesunshiines

lifeinthefeislane:

ciaraellenloughran:

theglasgowreel:

baby-headed-death-eater:

here’s my new old blackthorn stick.  I did roving pedlar twice at this weekend’s feiseanna so this is officially my old set.  That being said,  please respect my teacher’s choreography (since about 98% of it is hers and I kind of feel bad about posting it)  and do not copy these steps and do not post to instagram without my permission. This is my old set which I did at NANs. The timing’s a bit off here (I hate dancing to the app but I forgot my music) and I know my arms are always horrible. But I still love this set, Elaine Kavanagh is basically a genius.

and if you thought you heard a baby crying you’re not crazy

the baby’s crying because you’re so good

😍

what can I do to get your rhythm

autumnleaves-winterbreeze

leadfeathers:

geekerypokery:

jeremymcbitchin:

Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.

i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process

Titled: Brace for It.