HERE. NOW STOP ASKING AND LISTEN
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I’m a dumbass HAM radio operator, fuck my life I hate Ghosthouse
…I’m taking a stupid freaking ring to Mordor, forever. I quit.
god fucking damn it i’m will graham
I WAS THIS CLOSE TO BEING A NINJA BUT NO
MY LIFE HAD TO HAD TO BE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES: YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOUR’E GONNA GET
I’m a friggin bond salesman
thanks a bunch nick carraway :P
I’m Disney’s Hercules. Bitchin’.
SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK I’M A MAGICAL GIRL D:
Well damn now I’m an explorer looking for Atlantis.
..i am a kung-fu fighter
AW HELL YEAH
i’m a millionare
aw hell yes
IM GOIGN TO DIE WOO
Oh sweet I’m a psychic detective for the police force of Santa Barbra
James t Kirk
I’m gonna get everyone on the Enterprise killed
CAPTAIN OF THE MOTHERFUCKING ENTERPRISE AWWWW YEEEEEE
I AM NOW IRON MAN HEY CAN BEING TONY STARK BE A CAREER BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO BE TONY STARK 5EVER
I just watched Tommy Wiseau’s The Room. I actually have no idea what my occupation is now.
Seventeen years ago, a little cicada nymph hatched out of an egg in a tree in a forest. It burrowed into the ground and waited. As it waited, the ground next to it was dug out. A house was built. A child was born. Still, it waited in the ground, sucking sweet nutrients from its only company, a root of a tree that was once its home. The child grew up, in a house far away from where the cicada was. The child turned twelve and came to a new school. The cicada waited. The child moved into a new house, next to the cicada’s home in the ground, and the cicada waited. The child lived his life, the cicada lived his. Then, one magical summer day, the cicada crawled from the ground, along with millions of its brethren. It climbed up a tree with them and spread its wings with them. But, something went wrong. The cicada’s wing were stuck to the inside of its shell. The child, as old as the little cicada, walked out to his front lawn and noticed the struggle. He tried to save the poor cicada, but to no avail. Its wings were irreparably damaged. The cicada struggled on the ground, and, with the realization that its life was in vain, that it would never fly to the trees with its brood, it stopped. It didn’t die. It waited for death, with its family mocking it from the branches above, asking why it couldn’t just fly up like the rest of them. A sixteen year old child teared up as a sixteen year old cicada died.
everything will be explained later
I’m never sure what these are but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna miss the SBURB download when the meteors show up.
YOU HAVE A SECOND CHANCE TO BE IN A TOTALLY SECRET CLUB
- no following to enter
- just reblog
- you will be messaged if chosen
- no one will know who’s in it or who the creator is
DO NOT CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT THIS POST
Mumford and Sons
BBC in general
Ouran High School Host Club
Lord of the Rings
im really confused by this post like if you dont post a single one of these things what do you post
If you reblog this before and/or on February 1st, 2013, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. After February 1st, 2013, I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public bathrooms, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until February 1st, 2013 to reblog.
what if roxy became a homestuck, started using the word “wonk”, and accidentally spelled it “wink”
i love how tumblr doesnt give you the little go-to-the-top button until youre a few posts down. like “no just press the up arrow a few times you lazy fuck”
i can’t be the only one who’s bothered by how much better the show “shipping wars” could have been.