The Pizza Shop

RYAN (HEAD-BUTT), 1999 “That’s not my blood. I was making out with my main squeeze on a stoop in the East Village and some macho jock dickhead walked by and called us fags. I don’t think he expected me to get up in his face. We scrapped a bit and then I head-butted him and could feel his nose break on my forehead. We ran for blocks, laughing at the top of our lungs, and then jumped into bed, where my boyfriend took this picture of me.”

That’s one goddamn beautiful picture.

At this point it's more disappointing than shocking that not a single assassin in the states can aim a fucking gun

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

the death of dvds is so fucked. what about bonus features

far far away idol would never happen now

scientists are experimenting on cross-breeding a crab and a cheetah; things could go sideways real fast

having a pet kinda awesome wdym i got a little scoundrel running around named after the guy in dracula who eats bugs

my scoundrel eats bugs too. nominative determinism

listen i consider myself an empathic person but after a certain point i get sick of other people’s problems. my friend is always talking about how the jewel-eyed skull on their mantlepiece is tormenting them w its sinister beauty and im over it. like dude i don’t want to talk about this anymore. get rid of the fucking skull

you’ are biased against my skull

i’m not having this argument again man

the human brain is so cool, if you're tired and stressed enough, your brain will go, "don't worry, I got you" and shadows will start moving

and what's the genital situation on the shadows

oh this is my post