relahvant:

eholaura:

solarselection:

small-baby-chihiro:

ocebutt:

dooptown:

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BRING YOUR GUN TO THE GROCERY STORE

how does america even function like it sounds like a video game or something. grand theft freedom.

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what in the pure fuck

HOW IS THIS NORMAL?!

"we don’t have a gun problem" they said

(via tipslip)




unmutekurloz:

pyralsnout:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset

(You’re welcome)

OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

PLUTO IS CRYING

(via emilythehumanglados)


slythergin:

slytherin-elsa:

My mom got me this shiRT AND I AM LAUGHING SO HARD SHE DOESNT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT SHES DONE SHE DOESNT GET THE IRONY IN THIS I AM A CLOSETED LESBIAN THIS IS COMEDY GOLD I MIGHT COME OUT TO HER OVER THIS FUCKING SHIRT JUST TO EXPLAIN WHY I CANT STOP LAUGHING

UPDATE: When I told her I’m gay she crossed her arms and said in a really pissed off voice “Are you telling me I spent $15 on that shirt for nothing??”

slythergin:

slytherin-elsa:

My mom got me this shiRT AND I AM LAUGHING SO HARD SHE DOESNT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT SHES DONE SHE DOESNT GET THE IRONY IN THIS I AM A CLOSETED LESBIAN THIS IS COMEDY GOLD I MIGHT COME OUT TO HER OVER THIS FUCKING SHIRT JUST TO EXPLAIN WHY I CANT STOP LAUGHING

UPDATE: When I told her I’m gay she crossed her arms and said in a really pissed off voice “Are you telling me I spent $15 on that shirt for nothing??”

(via emilythehumanglados)


etceteraface:

rycbar123-4:

So it’s my birthday and I’m opening gifts. I open the wrapped box from my uncle.

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I open the box, and find a $50 gift card, yes? But wait, there’s Styrofoam. There’s more.

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Then I remove the Styrofoam…

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The fuck?

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A FUCKING LEGLESS LEGO LEGOLAS

mY UNCLE GOT ME A LEGLESS LEGO LEGOLAS

bEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER

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LEGO LEGOLAS’ LEGO LEGS

Are you Luna Lovegood

(via emilythehumanglados)


I hope this hasn't been made yet

nagayki:

katieay95:

jalexobsessedphan:

felicitari:

(you might need to adjust your speaker/ headphones)

what the actual fuck

AND I’M JAVERT I CAN’T HAHAHAHA

I lost it at and a partridge in a pear tree

(via emilythehumanglados)


lunapup:

I worry about if I’m going to be 30 years old and still have feelings for 16 year old anime characters this is a serious concern

(via emilythehumanglados)


"Uh, hello there. I’m Tachibana Makoto, and I’ll be helping to coach you starting today. It’s nice to meet you!"

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seifuckuu:

when did anime characters start being younger than me

(via a0-haru-ride)


shouldnt:

She wouldn’t stop playing with guns so we set off some fireworks

(via tipslip)


prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

(via unrealityfreak)


souleatershippings:


by チルダ

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souleatershippings:

by チルダ

Do not remove the source