Don’t you dare tell me to get my priorities in order.
I want you to know that, whoever you are, I care about you, I love you, and I will always be here for you if you need to talk, cry, laugh, or just have a friend. You are special, you're worth the world, and you are so infinitely loved.
Don’t you dare tell me to get my priorities in order.
“A friend took this pic in Arizona USA. The meteorologists don’t have a name for it.
Seems to be high energy to be in a Rainbow and a tornado! ”(source: Council of World Elders)
Oh my
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All I could think of is the Bifrost.
the tornado’s like a dementor sucking the happiness out of the rainbow
aaaand welcome to tumblr
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is you get over the rainbow
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over 3 decades of groundbreaking advances in information technology and now here we are
SCREAMING BECAUSE AHHHHH.COM IS CAT
PLAY THE GAME PLAY THE GAME PLAY THE GAME
WAIT BUT http://www.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.com/
GUYS
is it just me or do the bubbles sound like they’re having sex
i’m pretty sure http://www.ahhhhhhhhhhhh.com/ is hypnosis
the janitor at the junior high drew these in the cafeteria oh my god
WHY IS HE A JANITOR
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Every time it appears on my dash.
I will reblog it.
So simple yet so clever
it kinda scares me…
time goes by so fast it sucks
“…Tick-tock goes the clock
And all the years they fly
Tick-tock and all too soon
Your love will surely die…”
amazing
tick tock this is a clock
tick tock suck my cock ain’t nobody got time fo dat
“Oh,” I say under my breath. “Tick, tock.” My eyes sweep around the full circle of the arena and I know she’s right.
“Tick, tock. This is a clock.”
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Poem I wrote:
Sticks and stones
May break your bones
But food will make you fatSugar, carbs
Grains, and starches
Of course you don’t want thatOne bite of food
And you’ll be screwed
Put down your fork and knifeLet Ana in
And you’ll be thin
She’ll steal your whole damn life
Ana
Yes, she needs to be a girl
She needs a name
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This is Jesse, the roughest toughest cowboy in the whole West. She loves critters, but none more than her best pal, Bullseye. This is Rex, the meanest most terrifying dinosaur who ever lived! The Potato Heads, Mr. and Mrs. You gotta keep ‘em together ‘cause they’re madly in love. Now Slinky here is as loyal as any dog you could want. And Hamm, he’ll keep your money safe, but he’s also one of the dastardly villians of all time, evil Dr. Pork Chop! These little dudes are from a strange alien world: Pizza Planet! And this is Buzz Lightyear, the coolest toy ever! He can fly and shoot lasers! Sworn to protect the galaxy from the evil Emperor Zurg. Now Woody, he’s been my pal for as long as I can remember. He’s brave like a cowboy should be. And kind. And smart. But the thing that makes Woody special is that he’ll never give up on you. Ever. He’ll be there for you, no matter what. You gotta promise to take good care of these guys. They mean a lot to me.
BONNIE IS THE GROWN UP BOO FROM MONSTERS INC
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BITCH, I SPENT LIKE 3 FUCKING HOURS LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT FUCKING PHOTOS FOR THIS SHIT, FINDING THE PERFECT ASS QUOTE AND DOING ARTISTIC BULLSHIT AND THIS MOTHERFUCKING PICTURE ONLY GOT EIGHT FUCKING NOTES AM I SOME KIND OF JOKE TO YOU PEOPLE THIS PICTURE IS DEEP AS FUCK IT MOTHERFUCKING EXPRESSES MY FEELINGS ABOUT HOW THESE SHOWS, AND THEIR FANDOMS AND ALL THE PEOPLE THAT I FOLLOW AND FOLLOW ME ARE MORE LIKE FAMILY TO ME THAN ANYONE ELSE EVER HAS BEEN, HOW THEY MAKE MY MOTHERFUCKING LIFE WORTH LIVING AND WHY I CAN EVEN MAKE MYSELF GET UP IN THE MORNING AND FACE ALL OF THE BULSHIT MY FAMILY DOES TO ME AND THE HARRASSMENT I FACE AT SCHOOL BECAUSE I KNOW I GET TO COME HOME AND BE AROUND PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND ME AND ACTUALY CARE FOR ME AND LIKE ME FOR ME I WAS SO ALONE I OWE YOU SO MUCH SO FOR MOTHERFUCKS SAKE I WANTED PEOPLE TO REBLOG THAT SHIT BECAUSE I KNOW THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE ON HERE ARE FACING THE SAME PROBLEM HOLY SHIT REBLOG THIS YOU MOTHERFUCKERS IM GETTING EMOTIONAL ATLEAST LIKE IT YOU DICKS
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FUCKIN CANDY BITCHES
So being an adult, I am occasionally struck by the realization that “Holy shit I can just like buy candy and have other grown-ups carry it to my motherfucking door” and then I usually send a random friend some milkduds or something.
But you know what’s fun? Giveaways.
So I’m doing one.
Rules:
- I Don’t Care. Seriously, reblog all you like, like it, make love to it. Follow me, Don’t. Don’t care. Gonna random generate a number and that note number will be the winner.
- This is gonna go until Friday, May 3rd. At whenever I get online on that day.
- I will ship them to you from amazon or wherever. Shipping will be to the continental US only. I ain’t made of money. Just candy.
- You will get to pick the candy. It will be a huge fucking amount. like five pounds or some shit.
- If I don’t like your URL, you can still win but I will sigh when I pick you.
- If your askbox is closed or communicating with you is a pain in the ass then I’ma pick another winner.
- when the candy arrives I want you to take a picture of it or something. I am genuinely curious to see what a five pound bag of candy looks like
That is all I can think of. Get some candy.
NOM