The Lair of an Actual Rayquaza

ok this is gonna sound insane but when i was in high school we made a drink that we called a “fuck you” which was black coffee, crushed up adderall, and fireball whiskey. 

It’s the Mush Room

this is where u wake up to get judged when u die 

Interdimensional House of Pancakes

Fuck. Those fuckers at the store sold me No Purpose Flour again. What the fuck do I do with this

I'm so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.

tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts

it’s been said before and it will be said again but i’m begging you all nicely to restrain yourselves from being so casually aggressive and rude and obnoxious in the tags & reblogs of a complete stranger’s posts. no one wants to know that you hate [tv show that op giffed]. no one wants to know that you hate [character that op drew]. no one wants to hear you being ugly and negative for no reason. say what you want to say in your own post. don’t hit the reblog button. blacklist relevant tags. unfollow or block relevant accounts. log out. shut down. get help.

ah fuck im imagining it

why are the windows 7 minimise maximise and close buttons fucking on my dash

Between the nothingburger and the everything bagel, there is the somewhat sandwich.