Adam Savage from Mythbusters has made “The Duck Bomb”

He is *SO* pleased with himself

Blond Andy collection.

Pictures are not mine.

Saammee

Heart for Cook ♥️ Reblog for Freddie 🔃

Pink Floyd tattoo!

Done by Roald van den Broek, Amsterdam

Aweee! I love that smile of his! 😍😍😍😘😘😘❤❤❤

Caaaaarlll why would you say that caaarll.!??

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

I FOUND IT ✊

I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL

Who first posted this?

freedom of speech means that the government can’t imprison you for what you say, not that the rest of us can’t tell you to shut the fuck up

Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot- doot doot doot- dooooo

(10:00)

In the hall of the mountain king

Proof that squidword really did hate his life and wanted to die!

Lol @babyboobear96

i don’t know who’s cuter

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

I needed this tonight

If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.

This is devastating and precious. Wow.

If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.

This is so important

Everyone needs to here this no matter what. I will keep rebloging this forever!

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R.I.P Chris!!!!! Forever in our hearts!! 😍😘😭😂😠❤❤❤

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