the saddest part of The Fault In Our Stars was definitely when Augustus fell into the chocolate river and got sucked up into the tube thing
look at this picture
when you see it, you cannot unsee it
it’s a woman
PAINTED TO LOOK LIKE A PARROT
it took me 5 minutes to find her
I WAS LIKE NO THAT’S NOT A WOMAN, THAT’S A PARROT
THAT IS THE BEST USE OF THAT PICTURE I HAVE SEEN IN A LONG TIME
at least i know nobody’s using me for my looks
This is what happens to a basketball court when the pipes burst
this is the greatest basketball challenge of all time
Space Jam 2 is looking great
I’ve put together a simple chart that explains the various ways you should and shouldn’t summon a waiter over to your table, and the service you’re likely to receive accordingly.
Because if one more middle aged, obnoxious asshole goes “hey you!” and snaps their fingers at me, I WILL snap said person’s neck.
I waitressed my way through college and one night this guy yells at me “Oi! you with the tits!” and my co-worker Matthew walked up to him and said “yes?”
excuse me isn’t ok???!! Man, I am sorry, ive used it so many times
You want to get kids out of foster care and into good, loving homes? I’ve got a simple solution to your problem.
Did you know LGBT couples are more likely to adopt older, children of color and disable children than straight couples? LGBT couples tend to adopt ‘undesired’ children more (basically kids no one else wants.)
Harry Potter bloopers
(Dumbledore’s obviously been visiting Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes)
EVEN BETTER IS THAT THEY DID IT BECAUSE DAN HAD ASKED TO BE PUT NEXT TO THIS ONE GIRL HE HAD A CRUSH ON AND EVERYONE KNEW IT AND THEY WANTED TO EMBARRASS THE CRAP OUT OF HIM IN FRINT OF HER
All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of the children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parents can’t give. More food. Now that we’re rich, she’ll send some home with them. But often in the old days, there was nothing to give and the child was past saving, anyway. And here in the Capital they’re vomiting for the pleasure of filling their bellies again and and again. Not from illness of body or mind, not from spoiled food. It’s what everyone does at a party. Expected. Part of the fun.
"My last question is about your tweet. Your last tweet about your pillow." [x]