"If it's still in your mind, it's worth the risk."

fartgallery:

readingaroundthemovies:

fartgallery:

i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded

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marathemara:

iizanimeaddict:

My dad just came into my room and shouted at me in Klingon.

Am I more embarrassed that he did that or that I know he said I was a disappointment to the empire?

You should be most embarrassed that you’re a disappointment to the empire.

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My father went to get supplies for garlic bread half an hour ago and hasn’t returned and I can only assume he has been eaten by a bear.

And I am thus doomed to starve to death without garlic bread.

samspratt:

Hi, hey, hello. Tiny PSA — generally speaking, all of you are really great, the messages in my inbox are super nice and I’m Wayne’s World levels of unworthy. But for whatever reason, there’s been a recent uptick in people saying nice things to me (sweet) but do so by also tearing apart other artists specifically by name or even entire genres of art (not sweet). Like instead of people saying “Yo, Sam, I really like your new calculator watch” they’re saying “Yo, Sam, I really like your new calculator watch, unlike Stacey Applebaum whose watch does NOT have any mathematical functionality. What a fuckhead.”

In an attempt to do something nice, you’ve done something pretty bullshitty. If that rare magical feeling that causes you to celebrate someone — may it be for their genetics, their art, their music, their body, their words, their mind, their actions, or any other thing that was enough for you to put that small shred of goodness out into the air — please don’t sully it by shaming others in the process. And that’s really like the bare minimum, ideally you can find something to celebrate about Stacey to tell her too. Thanks, that’s all.

“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”

~ Somerset Maugham (via ellenkushner)

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poopflow:

grouchostalin:

mackle cera

this is the worst photo ever why does this exist its going to be burned into my retinas until the day i die i wish i would have never signed up for this fuckign website so i would never have seen this goddamn image

I actually cannot stop laughing.

poopflow:

grouchostalin:

mackle cera

this is the worst photo ever why does this exist its going to be burned into my retinas until the day i die i wish i would have never signed up for this fuckign website so i would never have seen this goddamn image

I actually cannot stop laughing.

(Source: yeltsinwasright, via afternoobs)

thresh-prince-of-belairr:

when you see your notp on your dash

I actually just leave this open all the time and watch it whenever someone posts something I fundamentally disagree with.

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therobotmonster:

fuckyeahradiodeadair:

i remember the “selling their kid on ebay” story…

Who sells their kid on ebay? That’s nuts.

That’s a child. A living being that you made.

That shit goes on etsy.

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“If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.”

~ My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via splitterherzen)

(Source: hrive-ithiliel, via therebel-lion)

I’m super in love and really happy, but I just want to make it clear that this in no way undermines how happy I was when I was not in love. Happiness is very possible without a romantic partner. That is all. :)

inkskinned:

idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”

like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds