h3rmitsunited:

belbet:

kimjongthrilla:

logicadinfinitum:

so ijust realised something

plastic donasours, right

plastic is made of oil

which comed from

DINOSAIRS

plastic dinosaurs are made of irl dinosaurs

i…

science has definitely come too far

how did you manage to spell dinosaurs differently 3 times

(via mccrushington)

atleasthalfasleep:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:


time-sponges:


You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.



I have laughed harder at this than at any other post on tumblr ever

hands weak, arms spaghetti

atleasthalfasleep:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

I have laughed harder at this than at any other post on tumblr ever

hands weak, arms spaghetti

(Source: stantanic, via anathemathebibliophile)

lyriquediscorde:

thegamesafoot:

heckyeahneilmcneil:

My heart

DFJKLSDFJKLSADFJSDFJKLSDFJKLSSFJKLJFSAJKLASJKLDFJKLS

I fell in love with RDJ in 1985 and the love has never, ever diminished. Most people who know me know this about me. I have such huge respect for him as a person, too. This just MELTED my heart today and was just what I needed to see as I was feeling pretty blue. 

Thanks, Bree.

(via yessicahc)

3ridan:

well i already know im going to hell

at this point it’s really go big or go home

(via desire-and-sin)

osamah:

vaporheart-archive:

Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.
A bomb factory.
They’re bombs.

who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode

osamah:

vaporheart-archive:

Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.

A bomb factory.

They’re bombs.

who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode

(via mccrushington)

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