this is my secondary blog, where i reblog a lot of things that amuse me. for my art and such, as well as my favourite posts, my main blog is inkruin.tumblr.com
superwhoavengehobbitpotterlock:
You are allowed to drink when you’re 16.
You are allowed in clubs when you’re 18.
You receive free education.
You receive economic support while studying.
You enjoy free hospitalization.
You’ll be correctly informed by objective news channels.
(via oldpeopleattack)
I SAW THIS AD IN 2005 AND I’M STILL WONDERING WHY IS HER HEAD SO TINY
WHY
IS HER HEAD SO TINY
NO I’VE GOT IT.
THOSE SKIN-COLOURED THINGS TO THE SIDE ARE NOT HER SHOULDERS.
THEY ARE ACTUALLY A CHAIR.
OH MY UGUCKING FGOD
(via ohitsjustkim)
YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!
this makes me think about the post about the two girls who didn’t want to get caught sendes notes in class so they learned elvish
(via activatewindows)
Ah yes I can feel the equality.
wait what’s the complaint about equality here? like. there literally just isn’t anything more to add to the restrictions for the guys. in fact this is less strict for the girls than the guys.. did the original poster read this or just look at the number of criteria on each list? i don’t get it ? ? unless this was an argument that the males were being discriminated against? i mean that would be ridiculous too but at least i can see it
(via one-little-fox)
save me baby
omg
she’s like, “look! i’m helping!”
If I ever need CPR please send either this adorable little baby or an attractive guy.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Hilary. Hilary had a lot of work to do. Unfortunately Hilary had the work ethic of a dead high school drop out, which is even less than that of a high school drop out, because this one is also dead. Because of this Hilary was to stay up late into the night trying to get her work done, because she fucking procrastinated. Hilary regretted her life decisions that lead her to this point, she vowed to be in bed by one in the morning and to get her shit done. Hilary thought maybe she would learn from this experience and never procrastinate again. Hilary quickly came to the conclusion that she was not stupid and knew better than that, for as long as there was work to do, there was mindless shit to do to avoid it.
The End.
| Isaac: | Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more. |
|---|---|
| Augustus Waters: | Seventeen. |
| Isaac: | I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard. |
| Isaac: | I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. |
| Issac: | But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him. |
What has been your favorite non-swimming related experience in London so far?
#you can physically see the struggle in his face
(via barbershopping)
