"I think a lot but i don't say too much"
 
 

dumble-whores-army:

flomation:

I thought I should share some things I’ve collected

This is what yahoo bought for $1.1 billion

norsecest:

i want to be your friend but i’m nervous and annoying: a novel by me

(Source: seawhim)

phenomenarwhal:

vriksaserket:

vriksaserket:

i changed the settings on my moms phone so that when she types my name it changes to ‘my favorite child’ and when she types a swear, it changes it to something more family friendly

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Lmao.

(Source: rnilkbreath)

punmonster:

i always seem to follow all the nice people/ nice parts of the fandom

the bad parts of the fandom seem like some far off land that i only hear about through folklore and the tales of swarthy fishermen

cowboybeboop:

viste:

cowboybeboop:

reblog if u were on tumblr before yahoo bought it 

IT’S LITERALLY BEEN LIKE A DAY AND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO ACHIEVE WITH THIS POST

only a true tumblrite would understand. you just outed yourself as a yahooligan


It starts at midnight

It starts at midnight

(Source: braidsandarrows)

avatarparallels:

The Protectors of Republic City.

avatarparallels:

The Protectors of Republic City.

(Source: teacupinastorm)

“Danny, put a shirt on!”

(Source: whyareuwearingthatstupidmansuit)

(Source: ghettopirate)

mockjabberjace:

“WELCOME TO DAUNTLESS”

mockjabberjace:

“WELCOME TO DAUNTLESS”

(Source: sourhales)

weedrichards:

YOU KNOW THAT FEELING WHEN YOU FIND A NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER AND YOU CAN FEEL YOUR SANITY SLIPPING AWAY FROM YOU AS YOUR HEART BURSTS FROM YOUR CHEST AND YOU SCREAM THEIR NAME TO THE HEAVENS

tourist: could you give us directions to Olive Garden?
new yorker: no, but i could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant lol
tourist: oh you think you're clever???
new yorker: what
tourist: i'm going to meet my dying neice and she happens to love olive garden so her whole family is going to eat with her so she'll have a few moments of happiness
new yorker: oh... oh i'm so sor
tourist: no shut the fuck up you piece of shit. i'll find it myself
the tourist drives off and the new yorker is left to think about his life choices and his decision to be a giant condescending asshole