livejamie:

This is simply amazing.

capucha:

karenabad:

Post-it Love

So cute :)

pie0:

theslyestfox:

goddamn whoever keeps organizing these choreographed dancemobs is making all of my dreams of living in a world where people actually burst into song and dance like in musicals COME TRUE!!!

robotindisguise:

U Can’t touch this: MC Hammer Flash Mob.

Probably one of the best flash mobs to date.

pie0:

This is hilarious. Give it time to warm up.

wanderingtangent:

nathaliekossek:

kierstensmith:

Landon Pigg - Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop

classics:

homecoming:

smashingtime: glamsoda: jeninla: (via caseydonahue)

Click through. This will actually blow your mind.

I’ve seen this on about 5 Tumblrs so far this morning and I finally clicked it. SO COOL!

omg.

sonowyouknow:

little girl loves aphex twin

copycats:

supersonicelectronic:

Various Artists - Stand By Me

The Ben E. King classic covered by street/unknown musicians around the world adding their part to the song as it traveled the globe — the results of which are absolutely amazing!!

capucha:

shawnbaldwin:

Every summer night when I was small, my dad would take me down to the park when he’d get off work. I loved playing make-believe, I loved the slide, I loved climbing on the monkey bars; but more than anything, I loved the swing. It was the first time I felt limitless. I used to sit on the swing, my father pushing me; faster and faster, higher and higher, I wanted to go beyond what was possible. My dad could get me swinging high above his head, with gravity, the world, seemingly unable to keep me down. I would close my eyes and feel the cool wind against my face, as my heart raced in my chest. And when I would get as high as my dad could get me, I would jump; he would gasp, and so would I, two deep breathes inward. And as I floated in the air, in that moment before gravity could catch me, I felt infinite. Each time. Everytime. For just a moment, I was always certain that I was destined for the stars.

Each time I would crash down, against the earth; grass between my fingers, dirt beneath my nails. I tried for years, but I always met the ground. I began to learn that life was rules and structure, reward and punishment; I forgot too soon what it felt like to be free, to believe that there was no beginning and there was no end. I began to see nothing but laws: the laws of nature, the laws of the gov’t, the laws of foreign gods. All of them told me one thing: you can’t. And I soon I believed it, soon I stopped trying.

I found myself in chains; my ankle raw and bruised. I took a walk back down to the park of my childhood, dragging my doubts behind me. Sitting back on the swing that taught me truth, I pumped my legs; back and forth, generating motion. I began to reach the sky, slowly, but this time on my own. I needn’t my father, I needn’t the push; on my own, I began to pick up momentum. The sun was setting, golden light cast across the sky and everything bound to earth; it was tempting, but my eyes stayed focused on the evening horizon. Higher and higher, faster and faster, I was far above everyone’s heads. I closed my eyes and I felt the wind, I let it moved through me. And then, when I knew the swing couldn’t take me any further, I let go. Again, the feeling was recaptured; I soared through the sky, without the pull of gravity. I was without limit. I was infinite. And I never came down.

eatsleepdraw:

BOB (for Benzoate Ostelyzene Bicarbonate) is my favourite character in that movie ‘Monsters versus Aliens’. I consider this movie is a must-watch one. hilarious and the effect is wayyy to cool :D

capucha:

davidmaddox:

This is the greatest and best public improv/prank/flashmob ever, inspired by “Sound of Music.’

Leave it to the Belgians to outdo anything Charlie Todd’s ever been able to cook up. I’m sorry but this is fantastic.

This gave me the chills.

milenuts:

peetypassion:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

ahhmee:

This… is the sickest sh*ttttt ever. I can’t even deal. It doesn’t even make sense. It’s so awesome it’s all the way back around to unawesome. It’s so ridiculous. Check the site - everything on here is just amazing. So inspiring!!!!

(p.s. Stand up bass is so hot.)