Well, Fuck.
Something’s there.

thatladsureisachief:

I swear to god. For years and years ive joked about how theres a ghost in our house and how it watches me and shit. But lately its been nuts. Just, this overbearing feeling that someone is watching my every move. Im forever checking behind me when im walking anywhere, Im always feeling like theres someone right here and even right now as i type this it feels like Im being watched.
It doesnt feel bad or evil. Its just off-putting. I have no idea what to make of any of this.

Mother of god I have the same thing. My house (well, my couch) is haunted. I’ve seen the ghost. It’s not evil or anything, it just hangs out and watches us do shit. Makes my skin crawl.

The beat starts here.

The beat starts here.

waiting-for-the-tardis:

remember the time shrek 2 ended with the best animated music number ever for no apparent reason

ironshredder:

i’d buy 5 of these

Holy fucking shit so amazing.

ironshredder:

i’d buy 5 of these

Holy fucking shit so amazing.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.

And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.

Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….

Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.

These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

I JUST HELD MY BREATH FOR 1:33.
Considering my lungs are shithouse, I’m quite pleased by this.
also, new shirt is a slurpee shirt.
Ye-ye.

I JUST HELD MY BREATH FOR 1:33.

Considering my lungs are shithouse, I’m quite pleased by this.

also, new shirt is a slurpee shirt.

Ye-ye.

I had the WEIRDEST FUCKING DREAM.

In my dream, me and my girlfriend went to some Assassin school thing, where to get in, you had to enter a virtual reality thing and defeat the members of Mastodon in like, an assassin battle.
then when I beat it, I came out of the virtual reality and someone had cut my hair and dyed it purple.

Then I woke up, so full of wat. 

> go to book instructors car for driving test

> he’s in hospital

well, fuck.

Me. Every goddamn saturday night.

Me. Every goddamn saturday night.

I’m on another massive Devin kick.

Fuck, I only just got over my last one.

PREPARE YOUR EAR-ANUSES, JACOB.

fucking kesson man, how does it work?

LOOK HOW FUCKING BIG THAT FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKING SPAGHETTI IS HOLY HORSECOCKS YOU CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THAT SHIT.

LOOK HOW FUCKING BIG THAT FUCKING PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKING SPAGHETTI IS HOLY HORSECOCKS YOU CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THAT SHIT.

\m/
random car I saw the other day. 

\m/

random car I saw the other day. 

chiisaw:

Why I have no money… (Taken with instagram)

oh. ):

chiisaw:

Why I have no money… (Taken with instagram)

oh. ):