This one time I tripped
This one time I split my forehead open
This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldn’t
I put my hand in a blender
Boing, boing, boing
is that a fucking toucan
no its a dog
Shall we play, Doctor? This way, Sir.
i love this blooper
I mixed the last page of the epilogue (read by the amazing Stephen Fry) with Leaving Hogwarts, changed the levels and unfortunately to make it fit, cut some bits out. But yes. This is what it sounds like.
My dear Claudia, please tell me you found this and are sobbing your eyes out right now…
I got chills. I have goosebumps. I am crying. And I’m not just saying that. I am literally crying.
so many goosebumps. Lump in throat.
It’s amazing how fast your mood can change after you step in some water with socks on.
Coldplay - The Making of ‘Ghost Stories’
I actually believe artists and scientists think very similarly. Complex, abstract thought? They both have that down. It’s all about where that thinking takes you after that.
Words cannot describe how much I love this post.