zeldathemes
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

gambler-x:

THIS WAS LITERALLY THE BEST COMIC I HAVE EVER HAD THE SINCEREST PLEASURE TO READ.

the-goddamazon:

BLOWED QUESTIONS.

relahvant:

what a shit omg

kylajaykay:

mamayuuma:

"what will your kids think of that tattoo?"
my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like your parents did

i’m just going to reblog this over and over again until i give myself carpal tunnel

howlbedamned:

fuck.

howlbedamned:

fuck.

phan-in-kilts:

so i found out that my phone can connect to my school’s staff room’s TV and on my last day of school i’m going to stream the phanaconda video on to it during the governor’s meeting and no-one can stop me.

rneerkat:

rneerkat:

rneerkat:

what do boxes breath

boxygen

image

i stand corrected

kernalmustache:

That guy nearly choked on his drink

leviaphan:

Dan and Tyler Being Offensive

REBLOG if you are hella bored and wouldn’t mind some curious anons.

irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it.