When you say something clever and no one listens but then someone else says it a minute later

When you say something clever and no one listens but then someone else says it a minute later

am-i-rose-or-davesprite:

nevergonnawalkpastafez:

john-barowman:

dontwakethedragons:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)


Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

reblog or sarah’s lips will haunt you and give you bad luck for eight years


reblogging for that story

oh mY GOD

am-i-rose-or-davesprite:

nevergonnawalkpastafez:

john-barowman:

dontwakethedragons:

what-is-gmans-gender:

loveurlittlethings7:

linalovesonedirection:

onedgirl2299:

Good kisser;)

Good kisser

After seeing a strange but convincing post on her dash, Sarah decides to test its theory. She begins holding her breath—an easy task for a first-chair clarinet—and carefully clicks “reblog”. The post becomes lighter as the loading icon appears, spinning in the center like the circle of life itself. Suddenly, her computer shuts down as it runs out of battery. The girl frantically begins searching for her laptop charger, still holding her breath with a determined will. She won’t lose this fight. As her computer begins to turn on, she pounds the wall beside her in frustration as she notices the Windows mandatory update screen—once a simple annoyance, it is now the key that seals her fate. “Come on, come on!” she whispers, afraid to use up too much of her precious air supply, now dwindling as the percentage slowly increases. 35%. Her lungs are on fire, but she cannot give up. 50%. Black spots begin to cloud her vision. 70%. Feeling faint, she leans back and tries to keep her racing mind focused on the task at hand. 85%. Mere seconds remain. 99%. … Just as it hits 100%, her screen comes to life, but the girl can’t take it anymore and promptly passes out, knocking over the poorly-placed lit candle on her dresser. It ignites the pile of school papers on the ground, and within minutes the whole house is ablaze. Fortunately, Sarah lives alone, and only one life is taken in the tragic accident. It’s a shame that she put so much trust in the internet with such a personal matter as kissing. Perhaps she should’ve just asked her girlfriend instead, thus saving all of this trouble.

reblog or sarah’s lips will haunt you and give you bad luck for eight years

reblogging for that story

oh mY GOD

Why is it that the ones we want are always the ones we can`t have?

Dance Your Problems Away <3

Dance Your Problems Away <3

What if I just started licking the dentists fingers while they were in my mouth

Stand by me forever. Promise?

Stand by me forever. Promise?

I’ll cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast <3

In child development we have to carry around a sack of potatoes and pretend their babies. When this guy got his, he just opened the sack and started straight up eating the potatoes.

gcoky:

how do u expect me to keep up with my school work when i can hardly keep up with the kardashians

Reblog if you have ever been called:

Fat
Ugly
whore
Slut
Cunt
Freak
Nasty
Weird
Emo
Cutter
Stupid
Worthless

this has too many notes.

viva-la-dee:

Fuck yeah I do.. Damn

viva-la-dee:

Fuck yeah I do.. Damn

When someone you hate tries to hug you.

When someone you hate tries to hug you.

halleydoedog:

Hah me

halleydoedog:

Hah me