February 2012
oh god i feel like shit
The new games: Pokémon Black 2 & Pokémon White 2...
pokem0nfacts:
Britain: Excuse Me
Mexico: Perdon
Italy: Permesso
France: Pardon
Canada: Sorry
America: Get the fuck out of my way douchedick
darkteabiscuit:
halibear22:
SHERLOCK!
Watch
emmilions:
doorbell rings
looks outside window
its a little girl in a brown vest
with a little red wagon full of girl scout cookies
#YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS #ITS GIRL SCOUT COOKIE SEASON BITCHES
So, thanks Ubisoft for making me CRY MY EYES OUT...
builtlikeamurdertank:
First I saw Yusuf Dead which made me cry all the tears, then Altair dying which also brought me to tears, then Ezio gives up being an Assassin?! All my tears have been used…
WATCH EMBERS
Can you imagine how fit we'd all be if we spent as...
most-awkward-moments:
I made this blog to cheer you sad people up. You deserve to smile.
Watchbuttonsbubonic:
blackcolouredcat:
hitsugayalover3:
Can’t. Wait.
LET ME DIE
laughs at gab <3 yeah this looks pretty cool o3o
SCREAMING
Daniel: I returned to Kylie sticking tampons up her nose.
Izzy: Silly Kylie, that's not where those go.
Gina: ...
Daniel: ...
Izzy: ...
Katiya: ......
Kylie: I know, they go in your ear.
PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
18-year-old friend in first year of college just...
lieutenant-sarcasm:
I’m aware that very rarely these sorts of things can work out, but trust me, in this case:
A Funeral in Skyrim.
girlonskyrim:
We were hanging out by a river when we were accosted by a random troll. Trolls are a breeze for me at level 46: I killed it and inspected its small cave hideout.
Dead deer, no antlers. Useless shit.
Heavy meat. Useless shit.
Troll skull. Useless shit.
Other bones. kicked them around for a couple of minutes before I got bored of them.
Two dead Stormcloak soldiers, wedged...
Proving I might just fit in some day....
tennantwhovian:
Me: *walking to my bike* Cool dude: *walks opposite direction wearing an AC t-shirt, talking to his mate* Me: *grins uncontrollably and pulls up AC hood* …..Continue walking until I feel a hand on my shoulder so I turn around Cool dude: Nothing is true…? Me: *Nods* Everything is permitted We smile at each other then continue on our way S’cuse me while I just nerd...