You can be a gnome if you want to
You can leave your friends behind
Because your friends aren't gnomes
And if they're not gnomes, well...
they should probably die

You can be a gnome if you want to
You can leave your friends behind
Because your friends aren't gnomes
And if they're not gnomes, well...
they should probably die
I love it when media implies that Wizard is a species. I love the idea of a hominid whose place in the ecosystem is to kill shit with lightning.
edits of this get passed around a lot but the original version of this is so funny to me like this was made by literally the only stoner in the world who doenst love hamburger
Susan Kare, the Artist who designed many of the fonts, icons, and images for Apple, NeXT, Microsoft, and IBM, 1980′s
#oh is it time to repost this susan kare photo again
Important addition y’all
So tired I'm going to bed tonight
Pregant* Giving birth*
come on
June 15 is the anniversary of both the Night Vale and Gravity Falls pilots, as well as Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s birthday and “give it up for day 15” day
happy birthday to the only things ever
And love händel reunion day and Linda and Lawrence’s anniversary
Hey.
The most day ever
im in a dd/dd relationship and we just fucking whip our bed with our belts every night before passing out
Hi I’m op of the twitter post. I was referencing this tumblr post I saw ages ago. I didnt expect it to blow up.
hi I’m the guy that made that post. Yours is funnier
dark brotherhood semen retention theory
this holds no water they’re fucking 24/7 in that cave
but they arent cumming
Oh.. well met, traveler. (You notice me skinning and field dressing a grinch carcass strung up by the rafters of the cabin) Oh this? Yeah bagged it just this morning. Male, not too old. Meat's gonna be good. (I stare, somewhat detached, at the grinch corpse hanging in front of me for a moment before plunging my knife through its heart) Fucking sickos. You know they hate Christmas? That time of the year where good kids get presents and, heh, well.. when adults get egg nog. (Quiet slicing and carving sounds, bloodlust professionally but barely contained) Wind's howling,