If You're Here, You're Terribly Lost

trapinch:

my foot fell asleep

i blame heterosexual white males

(via sammysthunder)

Or Cosmo and Captain Qwark?

Ultimate friendships right there.

artemis842:

Woot! I’m a Troller baby! 

Since I was born on a cusp… intolerant/serious.

YEP.

askgreedlerandoncie:

froggy-fran:

byakubutt:

and then they fucked on a big pile of money

WHAT IS A BACKGROUND

This is a picture I drew for my very good curvy friend SARA because she drew me one back FOUR WEEKS AGO aren’t I on top of things

I’ve like never drawn either of these two before so yeah

I hope she likes it cuz she’s TUMBLR FAMOUS NOW. 

MIMI

MIMI

WHAT

IN

GODS NAME

/screaming for eternity

((PUTTING THIS ON THE BLOG BECAUSE I’LL NEVER DRAW PORN AS BEAUTIFUL AS THIS))

OMGKD LDSK;FJDSK;L FJASL

unknown20troper:

Your praise helped me continue on the daring route of actually-replying-with-more-than-two-or-three-sentences.

YES DO MORE KEEP MAKING ME HAVE FEELINGS

I LOVE IT

constantcalibrations:

fuckyeahdementia:

Scumbag DNA

fuck you DNA

That first one

Anti-Cosmo in a nutshell

Also excuse me but I like being a ginger

(via imacartoontrappedinreality)

• 1: Picture of yourself
• 2: A description of my self-esteem
• 3: My favorite book
• 4: Biggest Turn Offs
• 5: Biggest Turn Ons
• 6: Most famous person you've met
• 7: What I want to be when I'm older
• 8: My relationship(s) with my sibling(s)
• 9: Relationship status?
• 10: What I did yesterday
• 11: What I'm doing today
• 12: What I'm doing tomorrow
• 13: Most embarrassing moment
• 14: Description of who I like
• 15: Biggest insecurities?
• 16: Something I wish I could change about myself
• 17: I'll love you if...
• 18: Something I'm really good at
• 19: Something I'm really bad at
• 20: What I wish for at 11:11
• 21: A reason I've lied to a friend
• 22: Favorite Movie
• 23: Something that has made you mad recently
• 24: A random fact about yourself
• 25: Question of your choice

asknormthegenierp:

Quickly, Cloney’s singing turned into a dark, whispery rasp, the voice of someone whose throat had become tired and wounded from screaming, who had been driven mad in desperation. His hands shot up to Norm’s throat, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before closing around it.

Norm’s fight-or-flight reflex came into play, tempting him towards his own life and Cloney’s eventual death. And he tamped it down, hard as it was, told his engineered genie genes to jump in a lake, have a time out and realize what selfish bitches they were, prioritizing their continuation over his lover’s. It was a hard battle, trying to surrender. Surrending was… not what he did. It never was. It was against everything he was. And it hurt.

But Clo… but Clo… Clo… he was fucking worth it, worth it, worth giving up on life and stuff for once in his life… ‘cause he’d already had the best, the cream of the crop, the caviar, and it was all with Cloney, really, so… would he actually like a longer life? Would he? Would more equal better, or would quality over quantity be the better philosophy? He didn’t know, but Clo. Fucking, beautiful Clo who didn’t know he was beautiful. Clo.

Reblogging this because FUCK IT’S BEAUTIUFL AGAIN HOW

Ugh

unknown20troper:

#OH MY GOD WHAT ARE MY FEELINGS DOING SOMEONE HELP

OMG IT IS?! I’M SQUEEING AND CRYING AND FEELINGS AND JUST… THAT’S LIKE THE HIGHEST PRAISE EVER

YES OMG

I CAN’T

SOMEONE HELP ME I’M MELTING INTO A PUDDLE OF TEARS AND FEELS

asknormthegenierp:

He’d barely finished his sentence when Cloney attacked him, his nails digging into Norm’s arms and drawing blood, singing the last verse of the song over and over again.

Norm closed his eyes and kept on breathing deeply, tempted to pop himself a sleeping pill but worried about how threatening it might look to Clo, GONGing up something all of a sudden.

“And thank you, lover, for well, the two best years of my life. Or four, if ya count the two in the other reality… yeah…”

Exhausting breathes separated each word, all of which hurt to come out, emotionally and physically. ‘Cause, not that deep down, he wanted to live. Not that deep down, he wanted Cloney to stop. But when he thought of Cloney dying, his stomach churned uncomfortably, his breath stopped short because of what felt like lack of air, and it felt like the air contained a thousand rain clouds, all with infinite rain, creating infinite darkness.

Gillian

Gillian, oh my god, what

I’m crying

This is the most beautiful thing you have ever written and I’m just

SKALFJ;DSLKFJL.

Remi, get your ass online.

I wanna talk to you.

10knotes:

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