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Tumblr Tuesday: Googly EyesThe Dust Bowl era of the 1930s was brought to an end with the introduction of one simple tool: the googly eye. Today we celebrate.
Googly Eye BooksYou might find no greater comfort than reclining in your chaise longue, glass of pinot in hand, indulging in Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostgooglyeyevsky. 
Project GooglyThere’s lowercase-a “art” and there’s uppercase-A “Art” and then there’s all-capitals “ART” and then there’s Project Googly.
Metal Albums with Googly EyesCounterintuitive to the metal aesthetic, but wookit wittle Lars Ulrich. Wook it him.  
Googly Eyed SurpriseA mint-condition issue of the acclaimed comic Mars Attacks the Holidays is now ruined by googly eyes. Is nothing sacred?
Googly Eyes on My StuffImagine a world of sentient onion rings. How they screamed in the deep fryer, how they shrieked as your first bite crunched into their crisped skin.
Photo via googlyeyesonmystuff

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Tumblr Tuesday: Googly Eyes
The Dust Bowl era of the 1930s was brought to an end with the introduction of one simple tool: the googly eye. Today we celebrate.

Googly Eye Books
You might find no greater comfort than reclining in your chaise longue, glass of pinot in hand, indulging in Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostgooglyeyevsky

Project Googly
There’s lowercase-a “art” and there’s uppercase-A “Art” and then there’s all-capitals “ART” and then there’s Project Googly.

Metal Albums with Googly Eyes
Counterintuitive to the metal aesthetic, but wookit wittle Lars Ulrich. Wook it him.  

Googly Eyed Surprise
A mint-condition issue of the acclaimed comic Mars Attacks the Holidays is now ruined by googly eyes. Is nothing sacred?

Googly Eyes on My Stuff
Imagine a world of sentient onion rings. How they screamed in the deep fryer, how they shrieked as your first bite crunched into their crisped skin.

Photo via googlyeyesonmystuff

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Some Nights Tumblr Version.

Based off this post.

Lyrics:

Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop

Some nights, I don’t sleep at all

Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending

Some nights, I wish I could log off

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know anymore…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

This is it, these are ship wars

What are we fighting for?

Why don’t we read fanfic already?

I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life

Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again

To stay for a while

But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight

I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life

Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end

‘Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again

Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…

But I still stay up, I still read your posts

Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four

What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?

Most nights, I don’t know… 

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?

(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)

So log on.

Log on.

Log on,

OH LOG ON!

Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand 
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness

My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP

I wish it would update already

I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.

Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…

I’m never logging off

Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …

Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.

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THIS IS THE TUMBLR ANTHEM

IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOG OFF AND OR SHUT DOWN YOUR BLOG BECAUSE ALL OF TUMBLR HAS REJECTED YOU.

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THIS. IS. PERFECT. I SWEAR