|To Paint with Words|

“Son,” the father says, examining the broken petri dishes littered about the floor, “I’m not a mad scientist, I’m just a disappointed scientist.”

I don’t even care what you think this is the best post I’ve ever made

sweeney does not do anything to conceal his identity except change his name he literally takes on the same profession in the same building and somehow nobody is like “hey isn’t that the guy who used to work there??  he’s back???”

apparently people don’t recognize you anymore once you become a goth or something

This is just the Johnny Cash fandom.

How Do I Explain To My Cat That Stepping On My Boobs Hurts 

feel ok to me ? feet do not hurt

This is hell

why am i reminded of that bit in good omens where crowley deliberately makes a road into a satanic sigil to generate more sin