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Work may or may not be taking over my life

So far at this bar tonight I’ve picked up the key to the storage locker I’m sharing with the bartender, met a guy that’s moving to California and wants to visit all of the art museums before he goes, and met a guy that recognized me from school and we talked all about volunteering on farms oversees and what teachers I should take my senior classes with. This was a productive bar trip.

andythanfiction:

It has come to my attention that there are fully legal adults who are not familiar with this, who do not know what to do when they hear it, and indeed, were born after it came out.  

This is unacceptable.

It is irrevocably tattooed into the brain of anyone vaguely associated with Western culture who was old enough to form cognizant memories in the mid 90s.  And yes, we can all do the dance.  I guarantee you Dean Winchester can do the dance.  Bobby can do the dance.  Sherlock can do the dance.  Tony Stark has made sure all his robots can do the dance.  

And all of you over the age of 25 already know what it is before you press play.

(via moistmajesty)

pebbles5ever:

hypno-angex:

suklaaaa:

bunnyinafez:

iwantfitbody:

madamedepompador:

winchesterwolves:

moniker-padacklyte:

zillystring:

wasereborworthit:

mellowminty:

pizzaforpresident:

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

what about alaska

are we then normal canada

canada a bit to the left

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What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?

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i cried my ass of laughing

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WARM CANADA

i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD

I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names

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(via shes-a-thunderstorms)

I fell in love with a Hooded Figure
who tied my tongue with an ink ligature,
and silently urged I write this poem.
Please believe me I wasn’t forced,
through bone telepathy or the code of Morse
to pen this uncoded, un-subversive gem.
On the desert farms, the ghost-eyed maidens make the cheese
while a maelstrom of thick milk falls with ease.
Our punishment? Hot-blooded clotted cream.
The days here pass like cancerous sunspots
and black metal trees can’t compare to Car Lots.
You are in Night Vale. Welcome.

thot-god said: i'm jealous u met mac! How was he in person?

anachronica:

I don’t think he liked me very much

lame-waves:

i guess i recorded an ice bucket challenge today after i got my wisdom teeth out ??

(via forever-let-it-burn)