jk

gothiethefairy:

when your friend is upset and you’re like

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950 plays

shsl-chef:

when u Mom com home and make hte spagheti

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tigull:

fishingboatproceeds:

code-red-arthur:

festusthehappydragon:

darkstoriesofthenorth:

for-one-shining-moment:

 

subliminal-mind-duck:

John Green’s car breaks down

The Fault in Our Cars

John Green gets locked in a pub

The Fault in Our Bars

John Green writes a strongly worded pamphlet on the flaws of the Russian Monarchy

The Fault in Our Czars

John Green talks about un-scary dinosuars

The Fault in Our Rawrs

John Green writes about the flaws of Disney villains. 

The Fault in Jafar. 

I can play this game, too, tumblr!

John Green writes a novel about the character defects of Metallica’s drummer.

The Fault in Our Lars.

John Green writes a research paper about why life outside Earth would be difficult to sustain.

The Fault in our Mars.

hausereiring:

roxion:

you don’t know pain or agony until you’ve lost to the same boss fight more than 3 times

and then you have the unskippable cutscene dialogue memorized, so you start repeating it in a mocking, angry voice

how to boys

foie:

  • greet
  • chat
  • chat
  • chat
  • joke
  • joke
  • joke
  • joke
  • compliment appearance
  • compliment personality
  • flirt
  • flirt
  • flirt
  • hug
  • hug
  • hug
  • hug
  • hug
  • hug
  • amorous hug
  • amorous hug
  • first kiss
  • kiss
  • kiss
  • kiss
  • make out
  • make out
  • make out
  • make out
  • woo-hoo
  • woo-hoo
  • woo-hoo
  • propose

drarna:

how to protect yourself from someone trying to rob you

  • look them in the eyes and tell them you know their father was never there for them
  • share an emotional hug
  • during the emotional hug reach into their back pocket and take their wallet haha trolled
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thernardier:

“you wanna see my breasts” i say seductively to my boyfriend. i unbutton my shirt to reveal two large, succulent cuts of meat. i am a chicken. why do i have a boyfriend. why am i wearing clothes