spunkydads:

the problem with rich people is that i am not one

(Source: spunkypapa, via pizza)

cassietotallyjust:

In first grade I wanted to grow up to be a bird and one day I remember my neck and arms being covered in little red bumps and I thought the transformation was beginning and I ran to my teacher crying saying I wasn’t ready to become a bird yet and it turned out I was just allergic to yogurt and I wasn’t turning into a bird at all

(via youdontlookderangedtome)

giveamanagame:

captainjamestklrk:

MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE

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SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING. 

your bird is an asshole

(via pizza)

poopflow:

james franco look like one of those sweaty stoners that shows up to class late every day and is like “you got another pencil i can use bruh” and he never gives them back what does he do with all those pencils

(via acetheasshat)

kushangel:

i just said hi to someone and they didn’t hear me i’m never trying that again

(via lubricates)

lacohan:

alwaysdownandout:

The season of leg shaving is upon us.

(via theylosetheirmuchness)

somedaysigetitright:

kingofbastille:

The amount of questions Bastille asks in thier songs really stresses me out

are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?

like idk dan you figure it out

(Source: transposers, via laughtercuresallevil)

Some old books have hidden messages on the edge of their pages.

didyouknowblog2:

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This was done through a technique called “fore-edge painting,” which is an illustration that is hidden on the edge of the pages of the book. The technique allegedly dates back to the 1650s.

(Source: didyouknowblog.com, via sunshine-and-gunpowder-densi)

Scientists.

bei-fong-appreciation-blog:

catattaque:

When I was 12, revealed to my mommy that I don’t believe in God. She looked at me wild-eyed and screamed, “So when you’re laying there dying on the hospital bed, who is going to save you?? SCIENTISTS?!”

And I said, “Yes, mommy, they’re called Doctors.”

reminded me of
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(via sunshine-and-gunpowder-densi)

papayakiwi:

"homosexuality is wrong bc god said so"

*mom voice* well if god said to jump off a bridge would you

(via sunshine-and-gunpowder-densi)