wishcave: *opens jacket* hey u wanna buy some oh jesus fuck it’s cold *closes jacket*
captviridian: WHEN YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES AND YOU JUST HOPE THAT THEY’LL COME BACK BUT THEY NEVER DO AND YOU JUST KEEP LYING TO YOURSELF AND TELLING YOURSELF THEY’LL COME BACK
yes-this-is-patrick: greentea-addict: itseasytoremember: meu-mix: yes i support gay rights yes i would care if you died no i’m not going to reblog that post yes i’m glad david karp made this website no i will not call him daddy yes i think cancer is a terrible disease no reblogging that picture wont bring anyone closer to a cure yes i love pizza yes im going to reblog pizza
genericinternetfangirl: richwhitelesbian: *hears my son saying a swear* what the frick, man. do you kiss your anime body pillows with that mouth
87daysbefore: it sucks when something you liked or something you might’ve liked gets ruined because you associate it with a shitty memory or person
[[MORE]]FUCKING STOP CRYING AT NOTHING GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
in-the-closet-fangirl: *tour guide voice* Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll look at your dash, you’ll be able to see, in real time, an entire fandom self destructing.
solarbeans: What fandoms looks like to tumblr users What fandoms looks like to non-tumblr users ACCURATE. ACCURATE AS HELL.
me: wonders why no one talks to me
someone: hi how're you
me: shut the fuck up
(I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
inbox: please don’t say “we need to talk” because I will have a panic attack right in front of your eyes
soveryvantastic: “it’s okay i still have like half a year until that con” “it’s fine, the con;s only in two months I have time” “i still have a month, I can do it” “THE CON’S THIS WEEKEND”
bon-bon: The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
meladoodle: granddad this is the first dance of my wedding can you please stop trying to tell everyone to ‘open up the pit’
jebiwonkenobi: When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
amoying: sometimes when i stand up my vision gets really blurry and i feel like im about to die but then its like nvm still alive phew
swanepeols: coldcoffeh: when you’re so pale that your bare legs reflect sunlight and shine bright like diamonds shine bright like a white kid
samwinchestershipsdestiel: colormecrimson: twitturds: Did I Already Reblog That? the musical Featuring the hit song, “Probably, But I Don’t Care.” And the big group number, I’ve Reblogged This Seven Times Today With Slight Variations
dirkstriderschoicebooty: turtle-nerd: Putting on cosplay
I noticed that when I’m upset now I just start making plushies…
arisonas: ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard