sincerely-steeny:

galifianafuck:

when you write a sentence and it rhymes

image

why does the picture make perfect sense

miserylullabies:

supamuthafuckinvillain:

Realization hits hard

#the realization blue you away didn’t it
iminterestinghonest:

diaryof-alittleswitch:

voyeurchic:

Please?

With my pussy. >=3

Ah shit I just shaved. 

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.

— Gilda Radner (via kushandwizdom)
hoedere:

mol-bay:

what in the fuck does my sister think she’s doing?

god’s work

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

imagine a vampire going “fuck it” and just taking some antihistamines before going to town on a plate of garlic bread

later on it’s wheeled into the ER with like a puffed up face and it just goes “I have been on this earth 10 thousand years but i have not lived until this day”