procrastination rhythmnation.
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I woke up this morning thinking about my grandfather and how his eyes would always well up with tears every time he heard a beautiful song. His appreciation for music was pure and honest. I like to imagine that my passion for music comes from him. I miss you, Ajju.
(21) Countdown to 32.
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Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.
I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.
Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.
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