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cobalt-fallen-angel:

consulting-cannibal:

based on this chat post

i just—

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I will never get tired of this comic. Not now, Not ever.

internaljohnologue:

naruchigotsu:

Cosplay Done Right

SO THE MARGE SELMA AND PATTY ARE MY FRIENDS I WAS LITERALLY BEHIND THE GUY WHO TOOK THE PHOTO

(Source: best-of-memes)

3k626ekful7ozxujar43keiw236in2h:

sexyboitommo:

3k626ekful7ozxujar43keiw236in2h:

i was labelling stuff today and this lady scoffed at me and i was like hi and she was like writing with ur left hand is immoral. its 2014 and someone actually said that to my face

Writing with ur left hand is fine but having a URL like that is definitely not

i can’t even argue w that tbh

maidenmothercronus:

inconvenientlylargelizard:

HOW TO CHEER UP IN 2 EASY STEPS

  1. WHISPER “BEEP BOOP” TO YOURSELF.
  2. REPEAT UNTIL NOT SAD.

((BUT WHY DOES THIS WORK??????))

weeniehutuniversity:

xxhomosexual-titan:

this is my favourite version you cant stop me

skyrover9:

mkaiser323:

It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.

Being a dick even to demons

professorgo:

The guy on the left, since he shows clear disgust with having his picture taken suddenly without permission. The guy on the right has had so little sleep that his grip on reality and emotions has left him

professorgo:

The guy on the left, since he shows clear disgust with having his picture taken suddenly without permission. The guy on the right has had so little sleep that his grip on reality and emotions has left him

(Source: generic-art)

OH YOU LITTLE SHIT

OH YOU LITTLE SHIT

(Source: icanhaskoalatea)

queenargelladurrandon:

Cats liked the smell of Cat. Some days she would have a dozen trailing after her before the sun went down. From time to time the girl would throw an oyster at them and watch to see who came away with it. The biggest toms would seldom win, she noticed; oft as not, the prize went to some smaller, quicker animal, thin and mean and hungry. Like me, she told herself. — A Feast For Crows