Tbh the worst part of this website is queue puns
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
okay but the guy in blue gets up and hold onto the back of the red guys shirt like a small child or perhaps a duckling
asking your murderer to clear your internet history for you
Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘Watch Les Mis and See How Many Times You Can Spot George Blagden Being An A++ Grantaire In The Background And Then Cry Because He NeVER FUCKING TOLD ANYONE’.
tumblr is currently a place for people not at comic-con to sit and wait for pictures of comic-con to be posted. then cry about how we are not at comic-con.
Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
this almost made me cry
this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.
I feel ill
HEALTHY HALLOWEEN SNACKS!!!!
These make me so happy!!!
let me go to one of your crazy ass white ppl houses on halloween and just try to hand me an orange with celery in the hole i will beat your ass
Every morning the light comes in and my toilet looks beautiful
Please tell me that was an intentional pun
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
BUT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING.It’s in words
because i didn’t forward that chain email letter in 2004
so my dad’s friend was bartending and saw a guy put something in a girl’s drink so while the guy turned around he switched their drinks and watched the guy roofie himself.
While you can still call home the place where your mother’s blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort. He shed her blood, but it lives on in you and her sister. Her blood became your refuge. You need to return there only once a year, but as long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I explained what I had done in the letter I left, with you, on her doorstep. She knows that allowing you houseroom may well have kept you alive for the past fifteen years.