imusicalminji:

littlewarrior-recovering:

enzuigiri:

The rarest of the rare: a men’s magazine advocating hairy armpits on women.

"Repulsed? Get a grip." fucking yes

I’m worried about this woman’s trapezius muscle, or the extreme lack of one…

imusicalminji:

littlewarrior-recovering:

enzuigiri:

The rarest of the rare: a men’s magazine advocating hairy armpits on women.

"Repulsed? Get a grip." fucking yes

I’m worried about this woman’s trapezius muscle, or the extreme lack of one…

(via lost-in-another-universe)

babyferaligator:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

tellthemwhoiwillbe:

While you wait for the waiter, 

in that moment

do you not become the waiter

this website goes from saying the sound a car makes is nyoom to deep philosophical questions so fast it gives me whiplash 

nyoom

(via ttc-babybear)

driftspider:

muffinpines:

throws paper airplanes made from x files at scully
believe
(i dont usually do requests but this was too good to pass up)

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

driftspider:

muffinpines:

throws paper airplanes made from x files at scully

believe

(i dont usually do requests but this was too good to pass up)

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

(via heavensong)

sunnyinwisconsin:

colossaltitan:

calypso53:

one of my favorite things about hiking is when i come across a strange structure deep in the woods and am left to wonder how and why and when

how: demons. why: demon portal. when: 5 pm demon time

it’s always 5pm demon time, somewhere

sunnyinwisconsin:

colossaltitan:

calypso53:

one of my favorite things about hiking is when i come across a strange structure deep in the woods and am left to wonder how and why and when

how: demons. why: demon portal. when: 5 pm demon time

it’s always 5pm demon time, somewhere

(via iikingboo)

So I took a nap today, which is something I hardly ever do. For good reason, too. While I was sleeping, my boyfriend was playing music. Specifically, The Decemberists’ “Mariners Revenge”, which is sufficietly creepy and honestly I need more of that kind of music in my life.

This song somehow shoved itself into my dream. I had killed three people and to hide them I had embalmed them and hidden them in our attic. However during the embalming process of the third one, something went wrong and they began to rot. Suddenly I was being investigated for the murders, even tho the bodies hadn’t been found yet. But I was panicking and so I did something conscious me would never ever ever do: I made a deal with a supernatural creature.

I say supernatural because I’m honestly not sure if said creature was demon or fae, but either was the deal did not work out. The investigation intensified to the point where I was considering leaving the area, and I summoned the creature to tell him (they appeared to me as a little boy) that the deal was off and I would take care of it myself. I would just have to kill another person and frame someone else. We argued loudly enough for my boyfriend to hear and when he opened the garage door the doorknob hit the creature in the mouth, breaking a tooth.

The kid didn’t like this, obviously, which spurred a massive manhunt for me while I used every supernatural deterrent I could google. All the while the creepy as fuck chorus from the song is playing:

"Find him,
Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave”

The chase apparently caused me to thrash around in bed because as the song ended with the dual-voiced chorus, I awoke to my boyfriend shaking me awake. I was drenched in sweat, to the point where when I sat up there was a damp outline of where I’d been laying.

One thing’s for sure, I’m making my boyfriend wear headphones the next time I decide to nap…

a-menacing-pineapple:

Real talk guys. This is my nana, Jean Southern. I went around to hers to do what we usually do on Saturdays; drink tea, play Scrabble and talk about random shite. One time I showed her this image and I swear she damn near pissed herself and that’s the story of how I had a conversation with my nana about how she wished she called Daniel Radcliffe a cunt.

a-menacing-pineapple:

Real talk guys. This is my nana, Jean Southern. I went around to hers to do what we usually do on Saturdays; drink tea, play Scrabble and talk about random shite. One time I showed her this image and I swear she damn near pissed herself and that’s the story of how I had a conversation with my nana about how she wished she called Daniel Radcliffe a cunt.

(via pocketchina)

ustayclassy:


My masterpiece of a tweet

ustayclassy:

My masterpiece of a tweet

(via shane-ss)

(via shane-ss)

matters-from-ashes:

tastefullyoffensive:

This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.[via]

You didn’t use a dryer sheet, did you?

matters-from-ashes:

tastefullyoffensive:

This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.

[via]

You didn’t use a dryer sheet, did you?

(via shane-ss)

torakodragon:

Defense mechanism.

(via iikingboo)