I am a hopeless romanticist and somehow a raging cynic at the same time (the latter appearing only when the romantic side has worn herself out and my tongue becomes uncensored).
And I love...(well, everyone that I love as well as) BBC Sherlock, anything vaguely Japanese (most of the time), awesome pictures, and cats.

 

pizza:

athostic:

guceubcuesu:

Should’ve stuck to the status quo 

Us cellists r crazy mother fuckers

o m g 

pageofmelody:

chesiresailboats:

wolfenartistofhetalia:

proudgayconservative:

pepperbear:

frostbackscat:

I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!

SDTGJRGGHSORIFUSAEHFEufAEOFIUROSIGSG;oidfgodsirgnzdlNigoSJFGOSDIFGLSRGS

dsak;lfjads;lgkjateg;lijag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m so happy!

its back on my dash

wow she certainly is 
busty

pageofmelody:

chesiresailboats:

wolfenartistofhetalia:

proudgayconservative:

pepperbear:

frostbackscat:

I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!

SDTGJRGGHSORIFUSAEHFEufAEOFIUROSIGSG;oidfgodsirgnzdlNigoSJFGOSDIFGLSRGS

dsak;lfjads;lgkjateg;lijag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so happy!

its back on my dash

wow she certainly is 

busty

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djavjr:

it has been three days since my infiltration into the nest

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they do not suspect a thing

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itslaurenslife:

Not many words for the last 29 hours. The gut-wrenching moments of knowing the monster F5 is headed straight for your sweet family and you’re helpless. The time of not knowing if they’re okay or if they still have a home standing. They were spared by the grace of God yesterday. A few blocks and there’s nothing left. My poor Kristin had her 20 birthday yesterday by aimlessly walking in rubble for over 8 hours with no way to get home with all roads closed. Today I got to hug every single one of them in the picture and I can’t tell you a better feeling. Thankfulness is too small of a word. Today while sitting with my sweet papa at his last chemo treatment, (praise Jesus!) we just talked about how blessed we were. Seeing the Oklahomans come together as we have, I can’t even put into words the pride it makes you feel. I know many feel the same. We’ve got a long road ahead, but Moore will not do it alone. We are Oklahoma. Where politics thrown aside and difference embraced. Where beckoned storehouses overflow and willing smiles proudly ignore tall lines. Where businesses and newscasters boldly highlight prayer. Where the hopeless meet the hopeful. We are Oklahoma. Prayer is power. #prayforoklahoma

itslaurenslife:

Not many words for the last 29 hours. The gut-wrenching moments of knowing the monster F5 is headed straight for your sweet family and you’re helpless. The time of not knowing if they’re okay or if they still have a home standing. They were spared by the grace of God yesterday. A few blocks and there’s nothing left. My poor Kristin had her 20 birthday yesterday by aimlessly walking in rubble for over 8 hours with no way to get home with all roads closed. Today I got to hug every single one of them in the picture and I can’t tell you a better feeling. Thankfulness is too small of a word. Today while sitting with my sweet papa at his last chemo treatment, (praise Jesus!) we just talked about how blessed we were. Seeing the Oklahomans come together as we have, I can’t even put into words the pride it makes you feel. I know many feel the same. We’ve got a long road ahead, but Moore will not do it alone. We are Oklahoma. Where politics thrown aside and difference embraced. Where beckoned storehouses overflow and willing smiles proudly ignore tall lines. Where businesses and newscasters boldly highlight prayer. Where the hopeless meet the hopeful. We are Oklahoma. Prayer is power. #prayforoklahoma

remanth:

bronzedragon:

tomfelton-andthe-cumber-cocks:

strawberriesandjane:

funsizedfox:

“they won’t let me eat,wont let me sleep..”
“who?”
“…..them.”

Oh.

I AM CRYING

I remember reading about how EA was trying to sell the rights to make The Sims into a movie and everyone was like “…how?”
Now I get it
It’s a horror movie
People wake up one day to find themselves transformed into puppets of an invisible malicious trickster god
First the bizarre happenings start:
someone becomes obsessed with stealing lawn gnomes
another person has a compulsion to stick their head into a strange device and emerges obsessed by grilled cheese sandwiches
people pee themselves despite being next to a bathroom because some mysterious unseen force makes them study cleaning
people find themselves stuck in rooms because they can’t step over common household objects
a young man doing some nighttime stargazing mysteriously vanishes
then their god turns sadistic
pool ladders mysteriously vanish, leading to several drownings
doors vanish just as a house fire begins
an elevator plummets several stories as a couple starts to get it on
a Murphy Bed gruesomely folds up, crushing the people inside
and that man who vanished while stargazing returns…but with something growing inside of him…and vague memories of a grotesque creature named Pollination Technician
the horror has begun

This sounds like a Supernatural episode with Gabriel as the culprit.

remanth:

bronzedragon:

tomfelton-andthe-cumber-cocks:

strawberriesandjane:

funsizedfox:

“they won’t let me eat,wont let me sleep..”

“who?”

“…..them.”

Oh.

I AM CRYING

I remember reading about how EA was trying to sell the rights to make The Sims into a movie and everyone was like “…how?”

Now I get it

It’s a horror movie

People wake up one day to find themselves transformed into puppets of an invisible malicious trickster god

First the bizarre happenings start:

someone becomes obsessed with stealing lawn gnomes

another person has a compulsion to stick their head into a strange device and emerges obsessed by grilled cheese sandwiches

people pee themselves despite being next to a bathroom because some mysterious unseen force makes them study cleaning

people find themselves stuck in rooms because they can’t step over common household objects

a young man doing some nighttime stargazing mysteriously vanishes

then their god turns sadistic

pool ladders mysteriously vanish, leading to several drownings

doors vanish just as a house fire begins

an elevator plummets several stories as a couple starts to get it on

a Murphy Bed gruesomely folds up, crushing the people inside

and that man who vanished while stargazing returns…but with something growing inside of him…and vague memories of a grotesque creature named Pollination Technician

the horror has begun

This sounds like a Supernatural episode with Gabriel as the culprit.

egberts:

viarga:

just-laff:

egberts:

if i ever met a genie i wouldnt wish for a million dollars id wish that whenever i bought something i’d always have the right amount of money to pay for it in my pocket

you are one of the great thinkers of our time

Then you’d look at a house and be like “oh damn I wanna live there” and millions of dollars would be in your pockets, crushing and killing you instantly

thats why you have to make sure you have huge pockets before you go house shopping duh