nilecrocodile: toasterb0t: ziggystarbucks: 94706934290084593428923: kawaiidaleks: ziggystarbucks: what if people used famous renaissance paintings as reaction gifs instead of Sherlock and Glee pictures this isnt a renaissance painting This
sweetscottishcherub: i just really like it when men push their sleeves up or roll the sleeves of their button-ups to their elbows i mean i really like it really
aloneprotectsme: am I the only American who is constantly trying to get back to the country we separated from or
nightingales: If I was a student at Hogwarts I’d use Howlers to send nice messages to people. So you’d be sitting there in the Great Hall eating breakfast when an owl drops a Howler in front of you. You, and everyone else on your table, just stares at it as it trembles, explodes open, shrieks I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR SWEET BUTT and then dissolves into flames.
vvolare: happy 4th of july peasants
tlyudacris: miaism: campaign to stop putting raisins in food
We did try to go out and relieve tension, go to bars and that sort of thing. And...– Elijah Wood (via fuckyeahlotrcast)
July 4th, 1776
valeria2067: “I hate you! You’re not my real Mom! You’re ruining my life!” *slams bedroom door* *takes all the tea in the house and dumps it in the bathtub* *fantasizes about being a grown-up* *writes emo poetry about the course of human events and certain unalienable rights*
sensitivewhiteboy: my friend showed me this video of his pet donkey greeting him when he returned home from college after a few months and you just have to watch it RIGHT NOW Donkeys are my weakness.
grabmylemons: cheekilyflirtatious: cheekilyflirtatious: Somewhere deep in an underground bunker, the personification of the History Channel is chained to a chair, facing a wall sized projection of the shows and documentaries playing on his channel (but it is not his anymore, not really). He writhes and twists, trying to get away from the foul images, but he can’t. He is forced to watch...
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We all kinda knew it; but didn’t want it to be true. Well, unless we are men.