letsgocheckoutpandora: cloysterbell: Sometimes I catch myself crying over fanfiction about two fictional characters at 3:37 in the morning and I start to wonder where my life went horribly wrong.
lascocks: Before 1940 all wood glue was made out of powdered rabbit skin. The powder is boiled and smells like rotting flesh when tacky. Antique furniture is not vegan.
Bet you can't send me an ask that will make me...
cumberbitchsandwich: My dash is filled with the scantily-clad crotches of male Olympic divers. And it is glorious. So sayeth Kyna. Forever and ever. Amen.
To people who actually go on my blog.
vondell-swain: true story i forgot i had ponify set to replace “people” with “babies” and i very nearly misquoted oliver as saying “i have a lot of excitement and thrill to be alive inside of me and i wish i could sweat some out and make babies drink it” which that wouldve been ok too
aquus: pizzaforpresident: pizzaforpresident: BETTY WHITE DIED OMG NO whoops false alarm dont ever do that again
i-was-so-alone-and-i: nicoception: xybutt: ...
sticler: sassy-gay-dust: omg what if we named animals after the sound they make like in pokemon “take the bark for a walk” “hey could you feed the meows” “hey look at all those moos” woah thats one big PPFKEJGKRTLYKTPLFPLPTLTPPLLF
maddis-are-cool: rulerofforbiddenplanet: dreamofmetonight: durianseeds: How To Correctly Serve a Watermelon Seems legit WHAT COMPELLED YOU TO DO THIS. He was probably hungry
freetheboobs: Imagine being free all the time. Then suddenly as you begin to grow and mature you are trapped in the dark, hidden away, suffocated and only fully released at night. As you continue to grow you may be forced into ridiculously small spaces, or constantly pushed around. That is the tragic life of a boob.
tipchune asked: God bless tumblr user misslovegood7 for putting 'butts' in my inbox using reverse anon.