Photo 22 Sep 51,253 notes dirku:

dbsharpy:

I hate time travel

i love and fear the concept of time travel

dirku:

dbsharpy:

I hate time travel

i love and fear the concept of time travel

Text 22 Sep 224,158 notes

hunter-doctors-in-221b:

copperbooms:

go to google translate. type a sentence in english and translate it to a language of your choice. translate it again to another language. translate it again. and again. and again. translate it 6 more times. then once more. translate it one final time back to english. what are you left with? something that’s completely different than the original. 

or as we like to call it

the bible

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Text 22 Sep 87,204 notes

opraah:

you cant get in my pants unless you have these under yoursimage

via cakejam.
Text 22 Sep 21,154 notes

wecansexy:

katara is an inspiration to us all she was one of the only ones who had hope that the avatar would return and then she ended up banging the avatar. think of katara in times of need

via .
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via golden boy.
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hkirkh:

kitten meeting the sun for the first time

Photo 21 Sep 1,070,551 notes rlyhigh:


saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left. 

i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing

rlyhigh:

saevuswinds:

vardaesque:

you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started

Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself.  So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left. 

i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing

(Source: abadeerzs)

Photo 21 Sep 408,290 notes reesespiecesforpresident:


psychic-rising-demon:

i-think-i-m-adorable:

bl-ossomed:







but can we just look at the ‘share on tumblr’ button

reesespiecesforpresident:

psychic-rising-demon:

i-think-i-m-adorable:

bl-ossomed:

image

but can we just look at the ‘share on tumblr’ button

(Source: swiftlysherlock)

Photo 21 Sep 176,158 notes liam-the-beta:

deadlinejon:

stunningpicture:

This is what happens to a basketball court when the pipes burst

this is the greatest basketball challenge of all time


*Megatron voice* GETCHA H E A D IN THE F U C K I N G GAME

liam-the-beta:

deadlinejon:

stunningpicture:

This is what happens to a basketball court when the pipes burst

this is the greatest basketball challenge of all time

*Megatron voice* GETCHA H E A D IN THE F U C K I N G GAME

Text 20 Sep 17,468 notes

greatjaggi:

Every Dorito is a triangle but not every triangle is a Dorito


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