That means free access to Photoshop CS2 - and that already has most of what you could ask for, really.
All you have to do is create a FREE ADOBE ID.
I am not sure about commercial use, but MAN. FUCKIN’ SWEET DUDE
HOLY DICKS YOU GUYS THIS IS LEGIT
OMFG IS THIS FOR REAL? OAO
I’ve always liked the idea of rebirth, it makes everything seem more connected, one big cycle
What if people who have “near death” experiences are stillborn children? D:
And what if hallucinations were memories from a past life?
What if dreams are our memories from past lives? O_O
What if Déjà vu is a past life experience that we relive for a moment? O_o
This post has fucked my mind more than any other post I have ever seen on Tumblr… Seriously you guys. Fucking. Seriously. D:
I was a C-section…
If dreams were memories from past lives I must’ve been one hell.of a stoner.
You`ve been expecting this for a long time, so we`re happy to present you “Absolute Conquest of Europe” Tour :- Kanzen Music
06.7 ( fri) - Cologne, Germany / WERKSTATT
07.7 ( sat) - Hamburg, Germany / HEADCRASH
08.7 ( su) - Utrecht, Netherlands / TIVOLI
10.07 (tu) -
11.07 ( wed) - Warsaw, Poland @ Progresja
12.07 ( th) - Vienna, Austria @ Reigen
13.07 ( fr) - Budapest, Hungary @ TBA
14.07 ( sa) -
15.07 ( su) - Moscow, Russia @ TBA
16.07 ( mo)
17.07 ( tu) -
18.07 ( wed) - Ljubljana, Slovenia @ Gala Hala
19.07 ( th) -
20.07 ( fr) -
21.07 ( sa) - Prague, Czech Rebublic - 2 bands : ACE + Anli Pollicino
22.07 ( su) - Munich, Germani @ Feierwerk - 2 band : ACE + Anli Pollicino
23.07 ( mo)
24.07 ( tu) - Bucharest, Romania @ TBA - 2 bands : ACE + Anli Pollicino
25.07 ( wed) -
26.07 ( th) -
27.07 ( fr) - Linkoping, Sweden @ Narcon Festival
28.07 ( sa) - Paris, France Divan Du Monde
information about tickets and hours will be released soon.
Jrock on !
What happens when a tree branch falls onto a powerline?
Answer: Dramatic Annihilation
Only 17 seconds long - stick to the end.
Submitted by: nonniebyrd
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL.
Did that s***…just explode rainbows?!
idk why but I burst out laughing every time I see this video
gapes at screen with open mouth
“No,” the wire whispered. “You can’t—you’ll burn—”
The branch smiled sadly, looking up at the tree that had protected her for so many years. But, the branch needed to know for herself the heat and passion of the wires. “I would rather burn a hundred times over,” she said softly, “than live an eternity away from you.”
“But, I’m right here! You can see me every day!” The wire pleaded desperately. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Actually, I do,” the branch replied. “I’m falling and it’s only a matter of time. Please…tell me you’ll catch me. Even if I’ll burn, tell me you’ll catch me.”
The wire was silent before swaying in affirmation, gazing up at the branch that had always been so far above him. Always out of reach, always kept away, protected jealously by the tree.
The wind was picking up, and with each blow, the branch swung ever closer to the wires until finally, she was ripped from the tree and fell down into the waiting arms of her beloved.
“Hello,” she whispered, feeling that dreadful heat creeping up from her base. It wouldn’t be long now. The sparks were already starting and she was starting to glow. The wire tried to prevent the inevitable, desperately trying to contain the power he knew would lead to her violent destruction, but all he could do was watch her burn as they swayed in the wind.
It was over within a few seconds. There was a sudden burst of colorful flames and everything was still. Even the wind had died down, leaving the remnants of the branch…his branch…sprawled across him, nothing more than a charred memory.
You know Shweta’s going to great lengths not to do her paper when she writes a tragic OTP for a telephone wire and a tree branch.
I’m going to now creep out as discreetly as possible and try to write my paper. Or something.
Tumblr…did you just give me a fanfiction…about a stick falling on a power line?
And people wonder why I spend so much time with you.
In case you missed where you are, welcome to tumblr.
THAT DRABBLE OMG
Fucking Christ, I can’t.