(jensen and jared deserve an oscar bye)
my hobbies include pausing diving videos at the correct moments
The story behind this is we a played Halloween hide an seek in the dark. My brother took so long to be found that people were texting him asking him where he was. All he replied with was “spoop” and “14 inches flaccid”
When we found him he was blogging on tumblr. He got the prize of course.
Guys don’t encourage my brother it only makes him stronger
GUYS SERIOUSLY IF HE SEES THIS HE’LL COME TO MY HOUSE AND GIVE ME A JACKASS GRIN I SWE AA R
WHO TOLD HIM
WHO TOLD HIM
CRAWLING IN MY SKIN THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL
i only get stronger the more everyone sees this
If the bbc releases any more sherlock stills we’ll be able to gif the first episode
you told me once
that you werent a mozzarella stick
let me tell you this you were
the cheesiest mozzarella stick
that i’ve ever known
and no one will convince me you weren’t delicious
and so there
i was so hungry and i owe you so much
Alpacas are so much fucking cuter then llamas.
YOU FORGOT THE FOLLOWING POINTS:
- LLAMAS HAVE BIG ASS TEETH TO RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING THROAT
- ALPACAS HAVE FUZZY LIPS TO NUZZLE YOU GENTLY TO SLEEP
- LLAMAS WILL CHARGE AFTER YOU IF THEY SMELL FOOD AND FEAR
- ALPACAS AMBLE ALONG LIKE THE WORLD IS MADE OF GUMDROPS
- LLAMAS ARE THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE
- ALPACAS ARE NOT THE FUCKING DEVIL INCARNATE
This has been the most informative post I’ve seen on Tumblr.
Alpacas are like happy children who don’t know of the terrors of the world and llamas are like grumpy old men that hate everything because humanity has made him like that.
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
the fuckING PENCIL SHARPENER ONE
BRILLIANT THANK YOU
IVE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE AN ANALOGY THAT COULD COMBAT THE DAMN LOCK ONE FOR AGES
TWOREFINED2 YOU I BOW TO.
like imagine if you’d never seen a dog and you saw a saint bernard and you were like, what’s that and then someone was like, thats a dog. and then you saw a chihuahua and you were like ok whats that and they were like, that’s a dog. wouldn’t you feel lied to? wouldn’t you sense that something was amiss
Reasons for Admission to an Insane AsylumList of what could have gotten you admitted to West Virginia’s Hospital for the Insane (Weston) aka Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum back in the late-1800s.
Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum is still open, but only for tours.
I can’t even pick a single favorite:
- Mental Excitement
- Tobacco & Masturbation
- Bad Whiskey
- Deranged Masturbation
- Sexual Derangement
- Seduction & Disappointment
- Novel Reading
- Shooting of Daughter (but not the son?)