
Haaaaaaaaaaaaahahaha yes.
Comparing Susan Boyle to Ruthie Henshall is like comparing a middle school’s fastest runner to Usain Bolt.
I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’
Let me just say that this is the best interpretation of a painting I have ever seen
^^^^
no mom
mom no
NO
Reblogging this every time I see it. LMFAOOOOOO
AHAHAHAHSDFJKHASDFAHADF
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So carefully, tenderly, gently he crept Up the trunk to the nest, where the little egg slept :)
OMFG PERFECTION