that’s how I roll
incomprehensible snapshots to delight the senses and dazzle the mind
• WHO ARE YOU, LADY?
• I have a face
• for to ask me things...
• Submit The cats are throwing a bathroom party
• WHO ARE YOU, LADY?
• I have a face
• for to ask me things...
• Submit The cats are throwing a bathroom party
a siren song tells the truth
analysis and ignorance, control and fate, relaxation and tension
coax the sea bird into submission
the wanton waves are foamy and seething
the storm heralds a lightless abyss
feathers torn out by vengeful wind
how dare you own me! the wind shrieks
how dare you mould me!
the sea bird is blinded by night and by lightning
all is a dark expanse to move
clumsy and primitive into, always forward
and the sea bird thinks
‘how great must it be
to dive willingly into the water now
before I falter from exhaustion
into its undiscriminating hands thereafter.’
SKELETAL LAMPING DRINKING GAME
Take a shot every time something sexual is mentioned.
if you get to the end of the album you’re probably dead
silver rain
an old man
walking through the rain
to his car;
time has taught the rain to
fall lightly on
his polyester plaid;
his face hangs,
wrinkled, round, unaffected by
the vagaries of the clouds
Ice cream is good for broken hearts, sore throats, and, most importantly, hangovers. You’re welcome.
you deserve to smile. that’s why i made this blog. come if you just want to laugh again.
Oh, you, insanity wolf.
I’m usually pretty impervious to upsetting comments, but if someone gives me the sad feels, I’ll probably hurt them. And it’s generally accepted that I’m terrifying. Think bloodthirsty big cat… like Diego. Or Simba.
(Source: letolove)
May your day be lavished in orangutan kisses.
the picture is cute enough
the caption makes it
new number one line to use out of context
look guys this apparent trend of various clothing items on cats and kittens
i’m ok with this
carry on
(Source: catscatscatss)
Nina Dobrev uses Conan as her human yoga wall. (x)
can um
can I be a human yoga wall?
(via andbeholdapalehorse)
song birds
Birds sing at the break of dawn, a gentle melody as the sun peaks over the horizon and you stretch into wakefulness with a smile, right?
WRONG.
MOTHERFUCKING BIRDS SING ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. Especially when they live outside your bedroom window.
3 in the morning? BETTER GET SINGING.
Hurricane-ing outside? WELP, I’D BETTER SING.
Oh, wow, is it really already 4 in the morning now? LOOK AT ME, I’M A MOTHERFUCKING BIRD AND I SING AND SHIT.
Four minutes before your alarm goes off? HOLY CA-CAWWWWW FUCKING FUCK I’M A BIRD CAAWWWWW
if this passes…
http://www.wral.com/news/political/page/10991843/
track it here, guys. got it from the vote against blog.
At this posting time, the support is ahead.
This cannot pass. I’m so disappointed in my state.
Edit: Ah, well, it seems it’s FUCK YOUR SHIT o’clock for NC.
