That photo of me is obnoxiously large. What kind of tom-foolery is this?

 

Mom: You need to go get a job. 
But you can’t work here here or here.

Me: 

trophywife:

bbonefish:

gegele40:

restoringfraillife:

voicestockingallthetime:

What the fuck?
No, seriously, what the actual fuck?
Holy shit this is the most retarded fucking blog I’ve ever seen in my life gods help me.

BUT HOW DO I SCIENCE

LOL OH MY GOD, I’M DYING OVER HERE 

To quote Professor Digory (the Magicians Nephew), “They don’t teach logic in school anymore.”
oh.my.fucking.god. I hate pro-life people with such a burning passion it hurts. Shut up.

I don’t hate Pro-Life people but this doesn’t make any fucking sense.

trophywife:

bbonefish:

gegele40:

restoringfraillife:

voicestockingallthetime:

What the fuck?

No, seriously, what the actual fuck?

Holy shit this is the most retarded fucking blog I’ve ever seen in my life gods help me.

BUT HOW DO I SCIENCE

LOL OH MY GOD, I’M DYING OVER HERE 

To quote Professor Digory (the Magicians Nephew), “They don’t teach logic in school anymore.”

oh.my.fucking.god. I hate pro-life people with such a burning passion it hurts. Shut up.

I don’t hate Pro-Life people but this doesn’t make any fucking sense.

(Source: checkmateprochoicers)

I want a tattoo.

Of what I don’t know yet.

I should probably figure that out. 

Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.

The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine (via gypsy-sunday)

This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media. 

(via raeseddon)