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leirawr:

smellsliketeenagebullshit:

smellsliketeenagebullshit:

smellsliketeenagebullshit:

So my friend is flying from JFK to Cali today and look who she saw at the airport

Update: I’m trying to get her to talk to them but she’s too scared. What should she say?

MOTHERFUCKING UPDATE: SHE DID IT, SHE FUCKING DID IT!

this makes me so happy

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artseke:

artseke:

Hey look a seahorse

I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING IVE EVER ADDED TO A POST AND NOW WE ARE /HERE/

(Source: tharlk, via miranduh-cosgrove)

artseke:

artseke:

Hey look a seahorse

I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING IVE EVER ADDED TO A POST AND NOW WE ARE /HERE/
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kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

(via miranduh-cosgrove)

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce
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alexblogguy:

transparent arctic monkeys hanging out on ur blog

(Source: arctltmonkeys, via alexblogguy)

alexblogguy:

transparent arctic monkeys hanging out on ur blog

nudqe:

"white people can’t danc-"

image

"white people can’t twer-"

image

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moonflowerlights:

If you’re having a bad day, just remember that the Raptor sounds from Jurassic Park were actually a recording of turtles having sex

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sceptre:

why do drugs when you can do me 

(Source: SCEPTRE, via g0ddess-m)

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chaniece:

I just got it. My world has been rocked!

(Source: howyouudoyinn, via tehbattleaxe)

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lunalovegouda:

When I’m trying to convince people to watch OITNB

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