I AM SO PROUD OF HIM.

Alle Tage ist kein Sonntag

In the current Corona situation, the arts and artists are struggling more than ever before. They do anything and everything to survive.

They will accept any stage, any audience, no matter how small. As long as they can perform.

But is it really still worth it? Cultural life is dying. How can the artists possibly survive? Most of them are quite literally starving.

A last hooray. A last salute. Goodbye, art.

But in the high of the drug lurks something oh so precious.

Memories of when we were connected. When we still got to touch each other, physically and emorionally. When we were more human than now.

And when the drugs fade, we'll try again. Because all we have right now are memories.

Those are the original lyrics from 1922. Till left out the second stanza from "Lass grünen..." till "Die Mainacht herbei".

Source: Shayna13_ and frankieromustdie on Instagram :)

Someone on twitter (@/Franklesbian) said: "Imagine Frank's Google search history being: 'how to look after baby turtles'" that would be too cute :')

Happy 10th anniversary Na Na Na!!!

Omg I remember watching the video on MTV and the people introducing it as "the new MCR MV! Na na na! (Nananananananananananaaa)" and almost 11 yo me vibing to it :')

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT MICHAEL SHEEN AND HIS HEART WRENCHING FUCKING FACE. AND THE AUDACITY HE HAS FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD FREAKING ACTOR AND HOW DARE HE PLAY HEARTBREAK LIKE THIS I CANT HANDLE IT-

An American in Paris (1951) dir. Vincente Minnelli

Happy 10th anniversary Na Na Na (part 2!)

Look at the boys with our powerful little girl, I'm gonna cry😭

Also, MR. RAY TORO, SIR, I AM UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.

The daughter is very similar to the father, or vice versa? :x

Alles gute zum Geburtstag, Till! 💖

Credits: @/jenskochphoto instastories 📸