Procrastination at its finest.

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. 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.

hi:

does anyone else feel kinda chubby sometimes when ur on the computer

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so u just take ur shirt and

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luginub:

Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.

Robbyn Kirmsse - Remember
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seeminglynoticeable:

innercheeseburger:

5ubway:

OH MY FUCKING GOD

THEY FOUND IT

AFTER 10 YEARS THEY FOUND THE HD VERISON OF THIS SONG

GOD BLESS

Tumblr being like

ihavetofart:

that is our building
and we sell paper

im crying bc nobody cared about Pam’s art exhibit but SWEETHEART MICHAEL DID

nintendontdodrugs:

oh really fucking funny peter, you think youre a comedian now?

nintendontdodrugs:

oh really fucking funny peter, you think youre a comedian now?

"My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces. And all the helpless souls within her drowned. All save one. A lady. Whose soul is greater than the ocean, and her spirit stronger than the sea’s embrace. Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story. For she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be Viola."

feitclub:

"Hey, how do you spell Massachusetts?"
"How should I know? Just grab a handful of Scrabble tiles and let fate decide."

feitclub:

"Hey, how do you spell Massachusetts?"

"How should I know? Just grab a handful of Scrabble tiles and let fate decide."

regirocknroll:

when you see a hot guy in public and you’re like

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"This story is about the Baudelaires. And they are the sort of people who know that there’s always something. Something to invent, something to read, something to bite, and something to do, to make a sanctuary, no matter how small. And for this reason, I am happy to say, the Baudelaires were very fortunate indeed."