1. Kids, I walked in on a lot of crazy stuff at the old apartment over the years.

    (Source: hernance)

  2. aboutagrohl:

    moist-grunge:

    TEAR AND TIER ARE PRONOUNCED THE SAME BUT TEAR AND TEAR ARE PRONOUNCED DIFFERENTLY 

    im glad english is my first language because if i had to learn it as a second language id jump off a bridge

  3. thewalkingassbutt:

whyisntdanonfire:

i-ship-it-for-the-bitches:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

peruvian-whovian:

#I DONT EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW AND THAT HURT

*pained cry*

thanks Satan

*metatron, we like satan

I don’t think I’m ever gonna see that sentence make sense anywhere else.

    thewalkingassbutt:

    whyisntdanonfire:

    i-ship-it-for-the-bitches:

    assbutt-in-the-garrison:

    peruvian-whovian:

    #I DONT EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW AND THAT HURT

    *pained cry*

    thanks Satan

    *metatron, we like satan

    I don’t think I’m ever gonna see that sentence make sense anywhere else.

  4. youngbloodcaster:

    onesilentcall:

    sammybitchfacewinchester:

    reading-rainbow:

    THIS AIN’T A SCENE, IT’S A

    GAH

    DEH

    ARH

    REH

    WE’RE GOING DOWN DOWN INANULLIARAN

    AND SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN SWINGIN’

    I’LL BE YANUMBAWAH WITHABULLIN

    ALLUDIGA CORNFLAKES COCKITENBOOLIT

    DANCE DANCE, WEFALLEENAPAH DOO HURRDAH

    DANCE DANCE, ANEEZADA LIES YOU LUVDALEEB

    This has made me realize 90% of old Fall Ouut Boy songs wouldn’t need to be changed into Simlish for a Sims game.

  5. himitsurose:

    longiloquentreblogs:

    theplottinghoofbeast:

    keptinkoorks:

    Katara: Okay, I think you’ve had enough.

    THIS WAS THE BEST EPISODE EVER I GET SO ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE DONT REMEMBER IT

    HOW DO YOU FORGET SOKKA’S CACTUS TRIP

    THERE WAS EVEN A FRIENDLY MUSHROOM

    WHY DID YOU MISS THE QUENCHIEST GIF OF THEM ALL?

    THE QUENCHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST

    "friendly mushroom!"

    (Source: meelo)

  6. clary-fray-world:

i saw at least four if not more lol

    clary-fray-world:

    i saw at least four if not more lol

    (Source: flyingti)

  7. 
Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

    Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

    (Source: bermira)

  8. themaefive:

axonsandsynapses:

yuletidekarkat:

dannygayhealani:

creatingaquietmind:

the speech impediment of the 21st century (by Marc Johns)

I’ll fuck you up buddy this is not a speech impediment it’s linguistic evolution!! the existence of the phrase “Aisha was like” allows the speaker to convey whatever Aisha said without making the listener assume they’re quoting Aisha directly while still maintaining the FEELING of what Aisha said.
ie, Aisha said she didn’t want to go out with me VERSUS Aisha was like, “I’d rather kiss a Wookie”.
the addition of “XYZ was like” lets the speaker be more expressive and efficient and it is a totally valid method of communicating information!!

With the way language has evolved, this is one of the few ways I can even think of to express in casual conversation what someone said. 
"So I said to Aisha," is certainly used, but if you remove the "so," which implies casual tone ("and" can be used in the same way), you get
"I said to Aisha," which is really formal in most English dialects/variations. I don’t know about all, but in New England dialects, you sound like you’re reading aloud from a novel.
"I told Aisha," is really only used when you continue to describe, not tell, what you told her. Ex: "I told Aisha that James was too punk for her" works while, "I told Aisha, ‘James is too punk for you’" crosses the line back into formalness of the "I said."
Things like “I asked” or “I answered [with]” are similar levels of casual and efficient to the “So, I said [or say, as many conversations about the past take place in present tense anyway, as if the speaker is giving a play-by-play in the moment]” but are specific to only certain situations. 
"I was like, 'Marc Johns, what is your obsession with restoring archaic speech patterns and interfering with the natural progression of English from complex to efficient?'" envelopes all of these easily and is accessible and crisp, and allows for more variations on inflection than the others.
Of course, James is probably like, “I already fucking said that.” But eh, I tried adding on.

#linguistics #a.k.a. how I learned to stop worrying and love the evolution of the English language without being a discriminatory elitist jerk (via crystalandrock)

This a million times

    themaefive:

    axonsandsynapses:

    yuletidekarkat:

    dannygayhealani:

    creatingaquietmind:

    the speech impediment of the 21st century (by Marc Johns)

    I’ll fuck you up buddy this is not a speech impediment it’s linguistic evolution!! the existence of the phrase “Aisha was like” allows the speaker to convey whatever Aisha said without making the listener assume they’re quoting Aisha directly while still maintaining the FEELING of what Aisha said.

    ie, Aisha said she didn’t want to go out with me VERSUS Aisha was like, “I’d rather kiss a Wookie”.

    the addition of “XYZ was like” lets the speaker be more expressive and efficient and it is a totally valid method of communicating information!!

    With the way language has evolved, this is one of the few ways I can even think of to express in casual conversation what someone said. 

    "So I said to Aisha," is certainly used, but if you remove the "so," which implies casual tone ("and" can be used in the same way), you get

    "I said to Aisha," which is really formal in most English dialects/variations. I don’t know about all, but in New England dialects, you sound like you’re reading aloud from a novel.

    "I told Aisha," is really only used when you continue to describe, not tell, what you told her. Ex: "I told Aisha that James was too punk for her" works while, "I told Aisha, ‘James is too punk for you’" crosses the line back into formalness of the "I said."

    Things like “I asked” or “I answered [with]” are similar levels of casual and efficient to the “So, I said [or say, as many conversations about the past take place in present tense anyway, as if the speaker is giving a play-by-play in the moment]” but are specific to only certain situations. 

    "I was like, 'Marc Johns, what is your obsession with restoring archaic speech patterns and interfering with the natural progression of English from complex to efficient?'" envelopes all of these easily and is accessible and crisp, and allows for more variations on inflection than the others.

    Of course, James is probably like, “I already fucking said that.” But eh, I tried adding on.

      (via crystalandrock)

    This a million times

  9. my-doctor-wears-converse:

    uptownquirrells:

    tumbl-rarity:

    slytherlocked:

    femtaktfilosofi:

    I feel weird if I don’t use Neil Patrick Harris’ full name

    #same with Robert Downey Jr

    and Joseph Gordon Levitt

    and Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramírez

    and Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

    (Source: psychounder)

  10. this-prettylittledisaster:

kyledion:

asianrebel:

thecordeliascottanon:

Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.
Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.
After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.
A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.
You think no one cares? Think again.

every word is worth reading

I’m crying so hard..

Never cried so much…

    this-prettylittledisaster:

    kyledion:

    asianrebel:

    thecordeliascottanon:

    Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.

    Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.

    After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.

    A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.

    You think no one cares? Think again.

    every word is worth reading

    I’m crying so hard..

    Never cried so much…

    (Source: thejulykid)

  11. hobo-golden:

    I’m so sorry but its just that time of year

    so totally not soorrryyyy YHEAAAA!!!!!!!!!

  12. pichulover1100 said: U remind me of France. :D

    la-douce-france:

    url: don’t get it | not bad | nice | good job | love it | who did you kill for it?

    theme: eww | meh| decent | I like it | pretty amazing | I’m stealing it

    icon: thefuck?| not bad | nice | pretty | flawless 

    posts: not my type | not bad | nice job | love them | perfection | give me your password 

    following: no sorry | just followed | yes | you mean stalk what

    Advice: instead of having a white background maybe one with a color or a pattern could livin your theme up

    Comment/compliment: I don’t know you, but I have the feeling that you are a very awesome person!

  13. Smash Bros Code Giveaway

    centeroffeels:

    I have three extra codes for the smash bros demo to giveaway! 1 reblog and like only. I’ll pick the winners tonight (Sept. 13) at around 10pm EST. I’ll message you soon after. Good luck!

  14. nintendoggy:

    i dont want the d. i want the a. i want to pass this class

  15. shrineart:

    quietzombiegirl:

    everyone’s grandparents seem to have really cute stories of how they met, and like my grandparents met when my grandma was running away from police during a protest and she jumped on the back of my grandads motorcycle and just screamed “DRIVE FUCKING DRIVE”

    I dunno man I think that story’s pretty fuckin cute.