A copy of a creature in your graveyard, probably

is that a gun to the back of my head or are you just happy to see the back of my head?

a single, solitary, earth-shattering note thunders across the battlefield like a tsunami.

You can see the power of music shining in his eyes.

I bet it feels soooooo good to be a construction worker on a completely closed off chunk of road

stealing a pushie from you and a week later i send you a video of your plushie doing a cross eyed double peace sign and reading off a peace of paper about how it doesn't care about you anymore and loves me

people are saying this is the cruelest post i have ever made

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

the bird fights its way out of the egg. awww. awwww. aw. the egg is the world So Cute. so so So cute.

“are you ready to ROCK?????” i scream out to the crowd. everyone is in rocking chairs. they are very excited to rock

you think youre so funny and cool huh. well you are. i love you