prasm:

yourscientistfriend:

wheatily:

poots

I laughed so hard at the word poots

These poots are made for walkin

(via taught-to-haunt)

trainhardbestrong:

hannahroad:

hannahroad:

hannahroad:

Miley: “Dad I have something for Tanners bug collection”

my uncle: “that’s great”

Miley: “it’s a bird”

my uncle: “no its not”

-chirping noise-

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They let it go and it flew away just fine, so we’re wondering how she caught it.

update:

she caught another bird.

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update: she caught a squirrel today

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She is gonna rule the world one day with this power

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theawokenqueen:

heliolisk:

dagfella:

mymomcantfindthisblog:

dagfella:

im gonna shove this car into a locker

Do it. I dare you. Then, when you’re fast asleep in your bed, dreaming sweet dreams of cotton candy unicorns, they will come.

The fandoms will come for you.

ok

Im so embarrassed I have chills

I’m gonna tell your mom about your blog you nerd

thecyberwolf:

Destiny - Concept Art

Created by Dorje Bellbrook - Blogspot

(via freshbite)

officialronstoppable:

i might be fake but at least i never turned on gabriella to impress my basketball team : /

(via sobeconcerned)

alternatebits:

Pixel Destiny

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sexualremarks:

WHY DO PARENTS ALWAYS RUIN YOUR DAY AND THEN ACT LIKE THEY DIDNT RUIN YOUR DAY AND WONDER WHY YOURE IN A BAD MOOD

(via every-pop-punk-vocalist)

gayfandomblog:

dangercupcakemurdericing:

Sometimes I’m internally like “How is that a trigger?, ” then I realize other people have different life experiences from me, they don’t owe me their story, and I move the fuck on.

(via seriously-youknow)

florenceofalabia:

Sometime around 2am, my cat Scrambles hit the space bar on my keyboard and iTunes started playing. I’d been practicing one of my acts before bed, so I had a playlist of just that song, entitled Spider Pussy. It played 85 times in a row, at full volume, with the windows open. The only lyrics in Spider Pussy are the words “spider pussy” over and over. Those words were probably sung 4500 times last night. There is no hope for any good relationship with my neighbors.

(via stormafter)

florenceofalabia:

Sometime around 2am, my cat Scrambles hit the space bar on my keyboard and iTunes started playing. I’d been practicing one of my acts before bed, so I had a playlist of just that song, entitled Spider Pussy. It played 85 times in a row, at full volume, with the windows open. The only lyrics in Spider Pussy are the words “spider pussy” over and over. Those words were probably sung 4500 times last night. There is no hope for any good relationship with my neighbors.

(via stormafter)

getsby:

y’all are like “ooh everyone is beautiful” “ooh everyone deserves to feel hot” and then three seconds later you’re making fun of people who cover their acne with makeup and people who haven’t mastered winged eyeliner yet like grow the hell up you don’t get to pick and choose times to be body positive

(via vannahleedle)

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

3-2-1queer:

When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”

YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you

(via taught-to-haunt)

vinegod:

I’m gonna make it last… 🏃 by Thomas Sanders

(via isa-young)