the-fandoms-are-cool:

leradny:

videohall:

Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth

> Don’t give him a baby for a while.

HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER

AND HE LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING INSTEAD OF AT THE GROUND WHEN HE CAN’T FIND THEM

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING HE JUST DROPS IT

IT’S NOT FUNNY IT’S VERY LOGICAL THAT HE WOULD HAVE ADJUSTED TO LIVING LIFE WHILE HE WAS IN SPACE BECAUSE IT’S DIFFERENT FROM EARTH BUT I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

*THUNK*


—  quentin tarantino as quentin tarantino in a quentin tarantino movie

—  quentin tarantino as quentin tarantino in a quentin tarantino movie

suckmyphallus:

spicybutthole:

thneedz:

milesjai:

This track here is not a song, nor a tune. It is a sound. A sound compiled by satanists in the early 12th century to open a door to hell to willingly given their souls to Lucifer. A sound used in 13th centure Europe during Excorisms to open the gates of hell in order to send the demon within someone back to its origins. This track is a danger to play for when it opens the gates of hell, it allows demons to enter wherever you are. Play at your own risk!!! There are certain “safe” zone where this track will not play at all and these zones are usually holy places such as churches where demons would not dare to lurk.

Truly horrifying.

OK ONE DAY IM GOING TO WORK UP THR COURAGE TO LISTEN TO THIS

should i play it I’m honestly scared

>people that are too scared to play it

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trvl:

greed:

 

fantasticarepickles:


this makes my heart ache

Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.



Keep growing those tender thoughts, because they make the world a more beautiful and loving place.

trvl:

greed:

 

fantasticarepickles:

this makes my heart ache

Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.

Keep growing those tender thoughts, because they make the world a more beautiful and loving place.

I don’t like to feel so crazy about someone. I don’t like to feel like my happiness is so tied up in another person.

Zevin, Gabrielle. Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac. (via blackrush)