PHAGOCYTES EAT COCCI
Surrender yourselves to the music…OF THE ANGELS.
WARNING: KNOWN TO CAUSE TERMINAL LULZ. APPROACH WITH CAUTION
The greatest Pimp I know
Do you see how he looks like Cotton Hill here?
God I’m going to miss him when he dies. It’s gonna be soon…this man is truly legendary. He lived 93 years so far, He was an amazing man ,with an amazing life—-and hilarious to boot. Deep, gravelly voice, looks like Cotton Hill, had white hair since he was my age, he always went for long walks in the woods on Sunday. He’d go and speak quaintly with God, then he’d go and speak quaintly to nature. He could tell stories about individual trees.
There was this guy he didn’t like working with when he was younger, so every time he’d had enough of the guy, he’d fill out a “calling in sick” slip and write down the reason for leaving as “Hankin’s disease”…XD The guy he couldn’t stand was named “Hank”. He has a gruff, matter-of-factly manner of speech which was distinct—-when grandpa was talking, you knew who it was. Now though…his voice is so weak….
My grandpa is legendary. He used to be a gypsy even…an amazing person. His fun was making it so other people could have fun. He’d spend all day building 20 ft. bonfire pits for Halloween, and we’d have our own “burning man” fest kinda! It was cool. He taught me the joys of Mayapples and how delicious they taste…he taught me love and respect of nature…he was a master carpenter….just…all the things. I’m a mess tonight…
I love how this song sounds like one big fucking lament. Like looking back on a life of pure tragedy and wrong-doing, and seeing nothing but regret.
The instruments sound like they’re sobbing, and as the music climaxes and the choir singer comes wailing in, it’s like the full weight of the tragedy sinks in. Then the hypothetical person, resigned to the only fate that must befall them, goes out to face the music…the trumpets cry! Hailing in what only must be the persons death!
And on a final note before the oboes and choir kicks back in, a final two note sob is heard issuing from the trumpet going on with a descending vibrato, as would the final breath of life.
Don’t thing of ANYTHING sad or tragic while listening to this (if you can), because it will KILL you.
One of my all time favorite pieces, “The Grand Duel” by Ennio Morricone, everybody.
Let it make you cry in a good way.
The Lost Daguerrotype-Colored by ~kilderok
Colorized and detailed (bonus!) version of the daguerreotype-type painting I did of Erik most recently.
Fandom: Harry Potter
“Harry slammed his book shut. It wasn’t really a book, because the pages were made of lasers and the words were made of headless women making godless love to dragons made out of motorcycles, but it was still reading.”
Whoo…what a hard days work…
I feel like I’ve just outrun a pack of zombies or something guys, went out this morning and operated an industrial sized weed-eater at a little ranch for some money (since I can’t find a job), MAN that was some hard labor! Busted my ass for four hours and got all sunburned and bruised, and cut up. It’s still better than wasting away in an office though! YEE HAW!
You can tell how hungover from the workload I am by how heavy my eyelids are. Sheeitt!
wow FUCK YOU GENIE YOU CLASSIST DOUCHEFUCK ALADDIN IS IMPOVERISHED AND HAS TO STEAL FOR A LIVING
NOT EVERYONE CAN AFFORD CLOTHES YOU PRIVILEGED BLUE FUCK
BLUE SUPREMACY UP IN THIS SHIT
BLUE PEOPLE COME GET YOUR COUSIN
- le me browsing the Yankee Candle website
- le me sees new spring fragrances
- and then this happened
OH GODDDDDD!!!!! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!?!??!!??!!
THAT FUCKING SHOOP
OH GOD DAMN IT I’M DYING
WHY HARROWIN ADDICT WHY
My sim was such a dedicated new father and wouldn’t put his gorgeous bonny baby down - bringing it to bed and even to the shower (wtf). Until he realised he had to go to work, at which point he got in the car and the baby snapped onto the pavement as though thrown through the window. The carpool left and the baby cried until the social worker came. When he came back from work his wants included “study parenting”. Too damn late!
I AM THINKING THAT THIS WOULD BE RICHARD HARROW IF HE EVER BECAME A FATHER
EXCEPT FOR THE WHOLE “THROWING THE BABY ON THE SIDEWALK” THING
OH GOD THE SHOWER PICTUREEEEEEE
The Tumblr you glare at is that of H.E Sharps: Artist, Biology geek, Slave, Musician, Vagabond, Vigilante.
Phagocytes Eat Cocci. Down with Lymphocytie. Boardwalk Empire fan, The Walking Dead fan, Metal-head with a heart of plush.