shorm:

shorm:

shorm:

There are two types of people in the world: those who react to learning that you can use touch screens with your tongue with disgust and those who immediately go to lick their phones.

i’m gonna go ahead and assume that the reason this doesn’t have many notes is because you’re all too busy making out with your phones

i’m so glad this has taken off because

i was right

silverhawk:

silverhawk:

i had a dream last night that mothman was getting sued by the state of west virginia for accidentally breaking light posts and he hired me as his lawyer and in court i was like “now my client is a giant moth so you cant blame him for loving lights” and halfway through my speech i turned to address mothman and saw he was bumping into the courtroom lights and they broke and caused a power outage

i was watching a moth fly around my room and decided to turn on my tv and the first thing that came on screen was a court room scene of a law and order episode and i got fucking whiplash 

tofallasleepnexttoyou:

licyrio:

naraxbara:

nyehs:

DID YOU KNOW THAT “HECK” IS A COMBINATION OF “HELL” AND “FUCK” A WORD CREATED OUT OF TWO BAD WORDS THAT IS TREATED AS THE LAMEST WORD EVER WHEN IN REALITY IT IS DOUBLE BAD

JUST LIKE “SHUCKS” IT’S A MIXTURE OF “SHIT” AND “FUCK” AND THEN YOU REALIZE THAT GOOFY USED TO SAY THAT ALL THE DAMN TIME

I FIGURED THOSE BOTH OUT AT 4:37 AM IN THE MORNING EATING A BOWL OF MAC AND CHEESE IN THE DARK

I AM TOO HIGH FOR THIS

lovesjustachemical:

mamoru:

turbro:

mamoru:

I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.

the window

what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes

That response is fucking Shakespearean.