pandalot:

You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.

theneverendingdrums:

wimpala:

theneverendingdrums:

theneverendingdrums:

theneverendingdrums:

i want pizza but im broke what if i just walked into a shop and stole a 12 inch pizza and ran away do u think id get away with it

update: i got away with it

omg no dont reblog this post what if the police find me

hello yes police there’s someone on the internet who stole a pizza and got away with it

r u trying 2 get me put in jail u asshole

chinkerbelle:

Reasons I grab my boobs

• running upstairs
• running downstairs
• running
• stoked on life
• scared
• walking through my house in the dark
• bored
• boobs

dysenterygay:

i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me w/ so much shame 

ghosteh13:

voice-of-tartarus:

demeaniac:

what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?

Woah woah wait 

you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”

that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time

Oh my god