Reblog if one of your favorite characters has ever died.
Rest in peace, Mongo from Shrek 2. Your life was fleeting but you will never be forgotten.
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Rest in peace, Mongo from Shrek 2. Your life was fleeting but you will never be forgotten.
Phase 1 : Travel to West Virginia Phase 2 : ? Phase 3 : Mothman
Phase 2: country roads
the best thing in the entire goddamn world is the fact that human beings have hands perfectly capable of giving amazing scritches and there are hundreds of animals out there who just love being scritched
like this is it . this is what it’s all about
My pets keep me for because of my opposable thumbs.
You’re the weak one. And you’ll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX (2007) dir. David Yates
A mozzarella stick!
yum
shut up shut up SHUT UP i can’t deal with myself anymore i hate myself so fucking much i hate myself more than i hate anyone else why am i like this god fucking dammit why can’t my brain leave me ALONE why do i need to post it SOMEWHERE if i had a diary i would write it there but instead i’m posting it here where no one will find out that i’m completely falling apart over something i’m barely involved in and has nothing to do with me but i’m so worried for them that i’m losing my mind. my brain won’t stop screaming at me and i just want to fall asleep and stop being a dumb fucking whore who ruins everyone’s life
why do we only realize things when it’s too late.
I love when I’m about to clock out and a coworker says “you’re leaving me?” like first of all it’s so touching to know that my presence here offers you some semblance of joy and relief from the misery and anxiety-inducing stress that our work environment causes. Second of all yes bitch I’m OUT I’m gonna go play some viddy games suck it
I've worked with skulls and taxidermy for years, and my mother was a mortician, so death doesn't yuck me out, but something about holding a skull and going, "Hm... there was a brain in this," just slams me into an existential crisis at eighty-eight miles per hour.
Me, singing quietly while I gently scrape tissue off of teeth: I'm just meat! I'm just meat! I'm meat that has opinions and one day I'll die!
Halmet (1603)
Klaus : cows are basically acoustic lawnmowers
Five : I miss the apocalypse rn