A Good Man
Don’t know what’s happening but I love it.

Don’t know what’s happening but I love it.

thetruebarryallen:

couchnap:

reyesrobbies:

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I can’t get over how much I love that there’s just a universally agreed upon strategy among the X-men that is just “throw wolverine at the thing”

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owldude:

bryko:

AN ACTUAL SLIDE FROM NINTENDO’S 2003 E3 PRESS CONFERENCE

early 2000s is a treasure

owldude:

bryko:

AN ACTUAL SLIDE FROM NINTENDO’S 2003 E3 PRESS CONFERENCE

early 2000s is a treasure

theonion:

Man Surrounded By Loved Ones Feels Awkward Being Only Person Dying 

gifyourass:

How the world sees America.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

vinegod:

magic isn’t real and printer ink is expensive by electrolemon

anothersaxophonist:

rest rest REST REST REST REST REST REST

anothersaxophonist:

rest rest REST REST REST REST REST REST