I really hope she’s infertile and not pregnant. I hope they’re all infertile. And their family. And friends.
“it only takes round cards”
I hope they don’t breed
Reblogging for the last status/comment. Oh my
sometimes i love people just because of the raw entertainment i receive from their pure stupidity
laughing at their stupidity xD
everyone has that one episode that they have watched so many times that they not only can recite all the words but also know and can sing along to all the background music as well as knowing when every character breaths and moves and sighs
the sherlock fandom has 6 episodes like that
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at how true that is.
the third time I’ve broken my hip this week
“Screw the new version of ‘Harry Potter.’ EMMA WILL ALWAYS BE MY HERMIONE”
“Introduced the grandkids to Avatar today. They now know why their daddy’s name is Aang.”
“Just bought Adele’s newest album ‘Adele 74’!!”
“Can’t wait for series three of Sherlock.”
i went out to eat lunch with my mom and i forgot what a knife was called so i asked the waitress for “one of those things that you use to stab people with”
Justin Timberlake fans singing “Mirrors” and Justin surprising them. [x]
Husband animates joke about tortilla chips told by his drunk wife.
Pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Just watch as he deals with hate for Jay and the boys
and my fave!
♫ You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let’s go somewhere no one else can see, you and me ♫
SEND ME A ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIVE YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT
sometimes i watch youtube videos and halfway through i’m like you know what i don’t care and then i close it
Aaron Tveit + just being Aaron Tveit
“His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people — his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was the son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”