Spit on them.
all my followers best fucking reblog this goddamn shit.
(Source: gentlywachainsaw)
The truth is;
My Web of lies is starting to suffocate me.
Hey Munch,
How’s heaven? Will you wait for me? I miss you, handsome boy. You took a part of me with you. I love you so much.
See you soon.
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
reblogging again
amen.
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i mean really how terrifying would it be if you were just chillin with your family in a restaurant eating a chicken sandwich or something and an anon you got in a fight with recognizes you from across the room, flips their table over, and screams your url
(Source: portablemiah)
my tumblr;
is so lonely, no one ever likes my stuff or anything, I never talk to anyone..
Gaming.
That wicked annoying moment as a gamer chick, where you keep your computer prestige and updated due to gaming.
Then you download the new patches for the game, and the graphics are improved and it looks sick but … wait a second…
*GLITCH* *SCREEN TURNS WHITE* *GAME SHUTS DOWN*.
Omfg I could punch the makers of this game right now.
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“Check Files” is the most magical button in the whole life of online video games.
R.I.P. Munchkin, my handsome Boy.
When the maker of tumblr is on your dashboard, always reblog.
Number one rule of Tumblr.
I have to reblog. sorry.
BEHOLD OUR MASTER DADDY
must reblog.
“we have a hot daddy” so not only are 99.99999999% completely mad, we are also incest….
ily hottie daddy
Lmfao.
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So there’s only one channel in this motel,
blua:
This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
(Source: handaxe)
“ I feel like I’m in a car, and I have just enough time to say “this is going to hurt” before impact.
