How do you know? Did you actually offer it some?
Man, some people aren’t fit to own Wiis.
I guess you could say they aren’t.. wii fit.
did you just
Sit the fuck down.
(via starwarsisgay)
“Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.” —
Like not once did she say “I want a prince to come and rescue me from my situation.”
She just wanted to look cute and turn the fuck up at the party.
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(Source: eadrik, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
i sent this photo to one of my friends
with the caption ‘motherfuckin bubbles. you best envy me’
and all he did was reply with ‘ARE YOU NAKED????’
i was like, ‘what??????????no???’
‘who the fuck takes a bath naked are you mad ???’
(Source: actualclaykaczmarek, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
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BECAUSE I DO. IN CASE YOU HADN’T GUESSED, IT’S A FUCKTON. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT SPEAK WORD COUNT, THAT IS OVER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY PAGES, SINGLE SPACED SIZE TWELVE FONT.
Anyway, the point to that is that I just hit 200,000 words in the novel I’m writing (which is my baby and the goddamn bane of my existence) and I feel like I’ve slain a fucking dragon with nothing but a pointy stick.
If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts
I’m buying a castle.
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When I die, I want my bones fused into position so I’m flipping the bird with both hands, then I want to be launched into orbit so I’ll just end up this angry space skeleton constantly disapproving of everything that happens on earth.
Plus, they’ll have to change all astrology charts.
Jupiter is rising on Virgo, and the angry skeleton is moving into Aries.
At 712 notes, this is my most successful ever text post.
(via starwarsisgay)
DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE
CAUSE I DO
(Source: kingbellamy, via starwarsisgay)
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