every time I walk past my neighbour’s letterbox a lil part of my soul evaporates
is that an alaskan bull worm
I’ve never hit the reblog button so fast in my life.
This dog is 500% done
my favourite part is the second dog that attempts it
I’m walking everywhere like this from now on.
the only person humble crab follows is avril lavigne
petition to shoot all the spiders into space
what’re you going to do when bugs multiply to numbers we can’t control
shoot them into space
what will you do if the radiation in space turns the spiders into giant intelligent mutants who will come back to rule Earth?
shoot myself into space
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.
Okay but let’s get something straight: Mary didn’t just try to kill Sherlock once. Right here, at this very moment, we have a proof she would do it again. I really don’t know if there’s anything else you need to know about her.
One time I was out shopping with my mom and I started playing with a display thing, and she was like “What are you doing?” and I sarcastically was like “Worshiping Satan, obviously” and she was like “Seems a bit conceited to worship yourself, but whatever makes you happy”