are you actually reading for fun or is it to distract your mind from the current state your life is in and to keep you in a blissful fantasy where all the monsters could be slayed and problems could be solved with simply the turn of a page?
This is it.
reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.
Aedion: DEAD, CHAOL. SHE’S DEAD.
Everyone:
Mama Mia……..here I mf go again
why does dennys have a tumblr
why do you
The great Area 51 raid.
Thank you Karens, Kyles, Furries, The gays, kpop fans, Weebs, Crackheads and Florida Man, for your services.
Physics: More pencil tricks
i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
Murder at Disney
If Edna dissed me like that I’d have to throw my whole self in the trash out of shame.
Work Song by Hozier except it’s being sung by what sounds like a few fellow laborers a ways up the coal mine that you’re working in. It’s dark and cold and grueling work, but whoever the singer is, he has a sweet story and a sweeter voice, and morale seems to pick up with each beat.
By the end the entire mine has begun mining in harmony, but as you look for the source of the song… no one claims the credit.
I think I just tapped into a past life or something because I can smell the mine and I’ve never smelled a mine or cave before
Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.
Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.
Me and my daughter
No matter how old you are, an empty wrapping paper tube is still fun to bonk someone over the head with.
