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  • october 1st: i'm cOMIN OUTTA MY GRAVE AND I BEEN DOIN JUST FINE
  • hallowkorg:

    happy halloween. its fucking halloween every day from now until the end of october. happy fucking halloween

    roachpatrol:

TRASH ZODIAC
January: The Tired Sock.  Mean and uptight. Steals things. 
February: The Broken Fork.  Eyes are too close together. Weird sense of humor. 
March: The Plastic Baggie. They could work harder, but they don’t. Also they all have that bizarre smell. You know. That smell. 
April: The Hazardous Tupperware. Does crimes when drunk. Tends to have lots of friends, weirdly enough. 
May: The Old Fruit Peel. Doesn’t ever tip enough. Probably also doesn’t call their family enough. 
June: The Used Tissue. Has never in their life had a flattering haircut. Also, they ate their twin in the womb. 
July: The Busted Headphones. Ugh. This guy. 
August: The Fragrant Pad. Borrows money and forgets to give it back. Mhm. Sure. ‘Forgets’. 
September: The Toilet Paper Roll. Cheats on tests and at mario kart. Will end valuable friendships over pointless arguments. 
October: The Invisible Ink Pen.  The best lover you could ever have. However, they have impossibly high standards.
November: The Chicken Bone. Pronounces ‘manga’ the wrong way no matter what. Even if you punch them in the neck. 
December: The Shower Clot. Their life is actually great but they still manage to be bitter about every little annoyance. Also, never stifles their farts as well as they think they do. 

    roachpatrol:

    TRASH ZODIAC

    January: The Tired Sock.  Mean and uptight. Steals things. 

    February: The Broken Fork.  Eyes are too close together. Weird sense of humor. 

    March: The Plastic Baggie. They could work harder, but they don’t. Also they all have that bizarre smell. You know. That smell. 

    April: The Hazardous Tupperware. Does crimes when drunk. Tends to have lots of friends, weirdly enough. 

    May: The Old Fruit Peel. Doesn’t ever tip enough. Probably also doesn’t call their family enough. 

    June: The Used Tissue. Has never in their life had a flattering haircut. Also, they ate their twin in the womb. 

    July: The Busted Headphones. Ugh. This guy. 

    August: The Fragrant Pad. Borrows money and forgets to give it back. Mhm. Sure. ‘Forgets’. 

    September: The Toilet Paper Roll. Cheats on tests and at mario kart. Will end valuable friendships over pointless arguments. 

    October: The Invisible Ink Pen.  The best lover you could ever have. However, they have impossibly high standards.

    November: The Chicken Bone. Pronounces ‘manga’ the wrong way no matter what. Even if you punch them in the neck. 

    December: The Shower Clot. Their life is actually great but they still manage to be bitter about every little annoyance. Also, never stifles their farts as well as they think they do. 

    boyinplaid:

emoji 5sos

    boyinplaid:

    emoji 5sos

    skarchomp:

    Remember that episode of Jimmy Neutron where the ending implied that at least the entire episode if not the whole series was the nightmare of a sentient pizza pie

    fuckingconversations:

    wishuponawish:

    hookandthedaggersxvx:

    Virginity only matters if you’re lighting the black flame candle to summon witches.

    Actually, When people talk about “blood of a virgin”, what’s actually meant is “virgin blood”, aka blood that’s never before been used in a ritual.

    Therefore, virginity doesn’t matter for anything.

    *noises of comprehension and frustration that I didn’t make that connection before*

    alligator-tears-run-over-you:

    carlboygenius:

    Rainbows: with Tornado & Lightning

    The gays are angry

    idreamofjimmy:

    what the fuck kind of fantasy world does Sheen live in

    106
    syfycity:

His face says “That’s a bummer but it sounds about right”

    syfycity:

    His face says “That’s a bummer but it sounds about right”

    it’s

    britney:

    bitch

    Reblog if a band has made you a happier person.

    trelyon:

    If zombies ever attack just go to Costco… they have concrete walls… years of foods and supplies… and best of all the zombies can’t get in without a Costco membership card