adrians:

adrians:

the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear

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(via gottagetbacktohogwartsbrb)

tryingtofixflashpoint:

It’ll be okay, dude.

DUDE!

CONSTANTS

AND

VARIABLES!!! 

No matter the future, alternate timeline, dream or past life it seems like Finn always looses his arm

(Source: terezis, via perks-of-being-chinese)

thekusabi:

i will never get tired of this

(Source: bullshit-time, via endlesslygay)

vagisodium:

have you ever looked a horse in their eyes?? there is absolutely nothing going on in there. no remorse or regret. horses dont have souls and cant be held morally accountable for their earthly sins and this is why i fucking hate horses

(Source: trashboat, via dutchster)

casualmalexlfan:

the cops are already on their way to your house you sick little fuck.

casualmalexlfan:

the cops are already on their way to your house you sick little fuck.

(via guy)

circumcisions:

circumcisions:

sluttyoliveoil:

hey someone told me you remind them of an owl

who

FUCK

(via pizza)

(Source: realitytvbitch, via dutchster)

charliecab:

The Four Elements (Water)
this long overdue case is the second in a series of my Avatar designs.
pop on over to my redbubble to see more work and keep an eye out for more!

charliecab:

The Four Elements (Water)

this long overdue case is the second in a series of my Avatar designs.

pop on over to my redbubble to see more work and keep an eye out for more!

(via lotusinthefire)

wonderingaboutfandoms:

letyourjourneystart:

According to chemistry, alcohol IS a solution.

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(via above-averagejoe)

dutchster:

how weird are giraffes tho. i bet if they didn’t exist, they would be way less reasonable than unicorns

(via dutchster)

tacoposey:

laurynsworld:

tacoposey:

on a scale of one to ten how ashamed do you think tumblr is to have the same logo font as toddlers and tiaras 

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jesus christ

did u think i was lying

(via crystalzelda)

grimelords:

Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.

(via pemsylvania)