thehunterwiththecolt:

Person: you can’t dress up for halloween, you are too old. 

me: 

surprisebitch:

she literally embodies the idea of determination and fierceness

doctorsilencewillfall:

twentyonee-pilots:

do me a favour. if a person wearing a long sleeved shirt or a sweatshirt and jeans on a hot day, don’t comment on it. don’t ask why they’re wearing it. don’t say anything at about it.

trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.

this is so god damn important

katara:

how did you go from cute to annoying so fast

rangeerror:

commandingofficers:

kissmejasontodd:

neverlands-littlesecret:

sugar-spice—and-everything-nice:

Just a little blast from the past. Childhood nostalgia for girls who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s ♥

Girls these days don’t know what they’re missing out on.

I can literally smell the cheap plastic
memories

I HAD EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE PLASTICY GOD SENDS OF THE 90S - 2000S. MEMORIES 

THOSE WERE EARRINGS??? I ALWAYS USED THEM WRONG.

falloutyoungmale:

I write sins not five page research papers

theoitnblife:

OITNB posts here

i am groot.

shitshilarious:

possumoftheeast:

nyannerz:

what the fuucckk

PRAISE THE SUN! 

KNEEL BEFORE THE SOLAR VIKING

shitshilarious:

possumoftheeast:

nyannerz:

what the fuucckk

PRAISE THE SUN! 

KNEEL BEFORE THE SOLAR VIKING

simplypurkey:

jazzumon:

destielkills:

auntiesnixshipper:

awkwardteenagenerves:

discard-and-discover:

evolve-within:

disregardwomen:

When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.

Jesus I envy that relationship. 

this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”. 

My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.

i love all of your moms

When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.


That last story is worth reblogging

simplypurkey:

jazzumon:

destielkills:

auntiesnixshipper:

awkwardteenagenerves:

discard-and-discover:

evolve-within:

disregardwomen:

When my mom’s out in public, she sends me pictures of lesbians she sees.

Jesus I envy that relationship. 

this is like the time when my mum took me bra shopping and the girl measuring me up was a lesbian and my mum said to me “i’ll go take a walk around the shop so you can talk to this nice young girl” and gave me a look as if to say “chat her up”. 

My mum tries to push me towards cute possibly gay girls and then disappears. She did it in Primark once and I found her hiding behind a pile of knickers, watching me.

i love all of your moms

When I was 17 I was convinced I was in love with the check out girl at the grocery store 5 minutes away from our house, so my dad went to get milk and somehow found an appropriate point in the conversation while buying a half gallon of milk to give her my number. Three days later she called me and asked if I wanted to come over “to watch a movie” and long story short my dad got me laid thanks dad.

That last story is worth reblogging

gothiccharmschool:

taraljc:

maudelynn:

The Haunted Dollhouse~ 

via http://www.otterine.com

(I want this so very much) 

I WANT THIS. I WANT A 1:6 SCALE VERSION OF THIS. I DON’T NEED A SPARE ROOM, IT CAN JUST BE THIS INSTEAD.

Yessss. I want this.

I also want a Jilli-sized version of it to live in.