THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING VERY VERY FRIGHTENING me
GALILEO galileo GALILEO galileo GALILEO FIGARO
maGniFICIGoOoOoOOOooooO
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me 
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life for this monstrosity!
Easy come, easy go; will you let me go?
BISMILLAH, NO!! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
BISMILLAH(irrahmanirrahim), NO! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!
Babababadabadabadaba
^^thats the piano btw
I don’t mean to be a downer but this is hella boring.
@schroscat NOOoO
@karakoram WE RUINED IT!!!
@schroscat edited my comment… the show must go on
trying to imagine someone deciding to admit me: “well, i guess we need some uninteresting people”
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
-Dogs by Pink Floyd
@karakoram Editing saved the day!
@TheWaffleMan149 How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just…two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.
WAIT @karakoram WE BOTH MESSED UP
@schroscat fixed it dw 
and ir-Rahman ir-Rahim HAHAHA
switching the conversation. So does anyone have siblings that are in college/graduated from college? Where did they go if they did?
@schroscat Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
My sister graduated from UF and then graduated from Johns Hopkins’ accelerated nursing program. She’s sbout to take a job at one of the top 10 hospitals in the U.S.! One of the reasons I’d be content with staying at UF