Photo 15 Sep 255,333 notes inuis:

fantomeheart:

The only acceptable birthday cake

so when you blow out that candle you’ll be killing that charmander happy birthday u sick fuk

inuis:

fantomeheart:

The only acceptable birthday cake

so when you blow out that candle you’ll be killing that charmander happy birthday u sick fuk

Text 13 Sep 78,269 notes sorry, my mom said my anaconda can’t

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Photo 13 Sep 19,149 notes wereyoufullyawareofthisgaming:

seanofledead:

Are you sure Are you positive Are you 100% positive

No it’s Luigi telling Nintendo how to improve sales.

wereyoufullyawareofthisgaming:

seanofledead:

Are you sure
Are you positive
Are you 100% positive

No it’s Luigi telling Nintendo how to improve sales.

Video 13 Sep 60,880 notes
Photo 13 Sep 125,064 notes addelburgh:

farewell

addelburgh:

farewell

Video 12 Sep 121,956 notes

importantbirds:

monetizeyourcat:

How else a gotta purchag the snack a nest? Buy a sweagder? PLEASE Miz Bank allow a hold thee money

(Source: 90s90s90s)

Photo 12 Sep 46,585 notes spookytanuki:

I installed this little fucker on every computer I could get my hands on when I was a kid. I loved him. He told jokes, sang songs, and he’d read anything you wanted him to out loud with his robot voice.
Every once in a while, he’d ask to be sent to some kind of jungle school where he could learn new jokes and songs, but it cost real money, and I wouldn’t have dared to ask my mom for virtual monkey jungle school tuition. She hated him from day one. I don’t know why. He’d just pop up and try to sing to her when she was reading her Christian Evangelist chain mail in Outlook.
Turns out, he was adware all along, and was apparently selling my web browsing info to shady companies in secret. He eventually got caught, and I think they euthanized him. He never really loved me, I know. But I still love him. If I knew anything about programming, I’d resurrect him somehow without the spyware. He could be rehabilitated. I know he could.

spookytanuki:

I installed this little fucker on every computer I could get my hands on when I was a kid. I loved him. He told jokes, sang songs, and he’d read anything you wanted him to out loud with his robot voice.

Every once in a while, he’d ask to be sent to some kind of jungle school where he could learn new jokes and songs, but it cost real money, and I wouldn’t have dared to ask my mom for virtual monkey jungle school tuition. She hated him from day one. I don’t know why. He’d just pop up and try to sing to her when she was reading her Christian Evangelist chain mail in Outlook.

Turns out, he was adware all along, and was apparently selling my web browsing info to shady companies in secret. He eventually got caught, and I think they euthanized him. He never really loved me, I know. But I still love him. If I knew anything about programming, I’d resurrect him somehow without the spyware. He could be rehabilitated. I know he could.

Video 12 Sep 242,879 notes

dangervvank:

"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

via wut.
Photo 12 Sep 56,507 notes thepsychobreak:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

self-contained underwater breathing apparatus

thepsychobreak:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

self-contained underwater breathing apparatus

via LOVE ME.
Video 12 Sep 102,709 notes

chickem:

jocastas-bible:

white girls are out of control these days 

this thirteen year old needs some professional help


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