yee to the haw

it’s out of touch thursday

so basically the five people who wanted to uphold his exile were in the right

this is hands down my single favorite post ive ever made that got notes

I sincerely hope that the OP realizes that gramma was very likely quoting that cartoon.

the cartoon that was drawn and posted based on my post? probably not, but i guess we can never know

living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this

people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.

*leaves

where are you going

there’s nothing wrong with darting out from behind a parked car into traffic

Obviously wildly unprofessional to start laughing on a call with any customer and especially when the customer is clearly vulnerable but today someone on the phone asked me if this was 'the only accent I had' and I'm going to be thinking about that all week

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

to everyone in the notes saying this is mean or rude or a callout, this post was autobiographical. we're in this together. take my paw

happy decade to the horrible beast i have wrought

the anniversary of library paste man’s death is in four days.

One hundred and ten years ago to the day. Amazing. Incredible.

RIP😔🙏📚🍯

oh no blowjob for me please! i just wanted to be in this truck stop bathroom stall with you

castiel whenever theyre getting gas en route to a hunt

8500+ notes before the first destiel comment. i haven’t watched supernatural whatsoever in a decade, i certainly wasn’t thinking about it when i made this post. but you know what? yeah, this is an official destiel post #destiel

Torterra.....

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.