Random Ramblings

yayminecraft:

peahat:

cybersenshi:

knivesschau:

luseylottay:

That’s… omg I thought that was a photograph

HOW

H’whoa… =O.o=

holy butts

yayminecraft:

peahat:

cybersenshi:

knivesschau:

luseylottay:

That’s… omg I thought that was a photograph

HOW

H’whoa… =O.o=

holy butts

friend: there's nothing worse than death
me: final seasons
me: post-concert depression
me: when there's no food
me: fictional characters dying
me: summer blogs
me: bands avoid your country
me: your crush asks someone else out
me: no wi-fi
me: when porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you
orang3sw3atergirl:

pinkrangerwasa:

captainthing:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

I am Jack’s twenty-three unsolicited stickers.

The limit of stickers does not exist. 

guys, that’s the page number… not the answer.

orang3sw3atergirl:

pinkrangerwasa:

captainthing:

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

I am Jack’s twenty-three unsolicited stickers.

The limit of stickers does not exist. 

guys, that’s the page number… not the answer.

monkaroo:

alisseus:

snoipahkat:

buttcityusa:

queen-queef:

wontonpoop:

kitten-guts:

the-milk-eyed-mender:

ew what is this omg ew this is the most unappetizing dildo i’ve ever ever ever seen

i’m pretty sure that’s a lip gloss wand

omg

omg

omg

omg

Oh



Lmfao

monkaroo:

alisseus:

snoipahkat:

buttcityusa:

queen-queef:

wontonpoop:

kitten-guts:

the-milk-eyed-mender:

ew what is this omg ew this is the most unappetizing dildo i’ve ever ever ever seen

i’m pretty sure that’s a lip gloss wand

omg

omg

omg

omg

Oh

Lmfao

(via everydaygay)