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theanti90smovement:

hmm 666

6+6+6=18

18….

Obama was 18 once

very scary

not sure what this information means

damnnlyssa:

everytime it gets close to October i start reblogging the fuck out of this

damnnlyssa:

everytime it gets close to October i start reblogging the fuck out of this

penis-hilton:

10 seconds after getting a tumblr account

penis-hilton:

10 seconds after getting a tumblr account

clarknokent:

residentgoodgirl:

little jaden looks so pleased with himself

The joke was hilarious and at the same time profound

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

foreveralone-lyguy:

When you realize that someone is only being nice to you because they want something

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heliolisk:

waking up after accidentally taking a 4 hour nap
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castielsteenwolf:

bemusedlybespectacled:

liamgalgey:

Mike Wazowski joins the Avengers.

THOR’S HAMMER IS BLOCKING HIS FACE I AM DYING

this is the best fucking thing i have ever seen im dead bye

idreamofjimmy:

neyruto:

i hate the way this website romanticizes jimmy neutron 

Did someone say romance

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billy-pilgrims:

[writes paper] this doesnt make any sense [prints it] [doesn’t proofread] [hands it in for a grade]

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.” 

streeter:

I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”