amongthespaghetti:

slab-o-meat:

*over the loudspeaker at ikea* FIRST BLOOD

i think if i, in the flesh, heard that in an ikea some primal part of me would break out and smash a norrnäs over the closest person’s head

tommagram13:

what year is this from? 2008?

(Source: forevers-too-short)

teenagerposts:

this is so pure

ohmygodthanks:

This is the best anon ask I’ve ever received.

cloudfreed:

unrussledjimmys:

thegaybean:

tastefullyoffensive:

(via teejus)

in case y'all wanna follow these playlists

• Heady bros
  
• white dudes who look like they like rap
  
• basic 20-30s
  
• 30+
  
• quiet ppl
  
• POC
  
• fucking hipsters
  
• WM early 20s
  
• early 20s fem
  

there are many other gems on this dude’s account

This is the guy

lyft driver has WM 20s on until i try talking to him then he switches it to the gay bops playlist

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

cathugging:

cat brains are so small but they fit so much bastard into them

(Source: scyther-no-scything)

21seul:

I wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on

(Source: virtualgoths)

retrogamingblog:

Pokemon Embroidery Hoops made by IggyStarpup

(Source: retrogamingblog)

llywela13:

yelnatszeroni:

notreewaits:

Toddlers are so pure. She doesn’t understand that we help her with certain things because she’s little. She thinks that everyone just helps each other like that. So she tries to blow on my food and cut it up for me and tries to help me put on my shoes.

i was giving little wagon rides to a baby around the backyard one day and all of a sudden she hops off and slaps the seat of the wagon telling me to get on because it was my turn and i was like no it’s ok im too heavy and she was like NO ITS UR TURN and kept tugging on my hand so i would sit down. eventually i got on and it was just a little 2 year old trying so hard to push me around on a wagon not understanding why it wouldn’t budge but still so determined to let me have my turn lol

I don’t think I’d realised how many casual compliments we pay to our toddler until she started casually complimenting us back, because experience has taught her that’s How Social Interaction Is Done, and there’s nothing quite like a very earnest three-year-old solemnly and sincerely informing you that you look wonderful and smell nice to make you feel really good about yourself

I tell her she’s my best girl. She tells me I’m her best auntie. Then we both feel good about the world!