Puppy love
(submitted by -thelastdodo-)
Sometimes I find it sad that my thought are usually along the lines of “ZOMG PUPPY CUTE…NEXT” instead of actually looking at the photos. Some of them are pretty cool looking and some of them even have pretty hot guys in them. But then I think “Puppy + laziness” > “neat photos + chance at seeing hot guys” and I’m like “meh.”
The girl is like…
And the killer is like…
and the scene ends like…via sodamnrelatable
Lols, I had a dream mocking movies like this. Best dream ever.
They burst through the door like:
And you’re just like:
via sodamnrelatable
And now I remember why high school wasn’t all roses and sunshine…
Just a little something me and my roommate got for valentines day.
I’m so proud of us, we picked out the individual flowers ourselves. :D
Me: Yeah, this kind of makes me sick too…but then again it could be all of those NECCO - Brands: Sweethearts I just ate. You know, these scrumptious things:
Oops, did I just break the law? Can’t keep up with the internet censorship laws these days, they just keep crawling out of the woodwork…
this stuff is making my tummy hurt…
ANTI-ACTA - What can you do? (by DefendYourFreedom)
Me: Yeah, this kind of makes me sick too…but then again it could be all of those NECCO - Brands: Sweethearts I just ate. You know, these scrumptious things:
Oops, did I just break the law? Can’t keep up with the internet censorship laws these days, they just keep crawling out of the woodwork…
this stuff is making my tummy hurt…
ANTI-ACTA - What can you do? (by DefendYourFreedom)
Me: Speaking of nostalgia (if you’re wondering who, exactly, was speaking of nostalgia…I was. It was actually more like thinking, but I figure it’s the same concept.), I saw this, and I was like “That’s meeee!” I used to just stay up late reading all the time. It’s not like it was my fault or anything though, I simply just couldn’t put the book down. I’d kind of half get up, trying to find a stopping point…and then the author would do something unthinkable: they’d make the story even more interesting. And then I’d lay down and the vicious cycle would continue. I haven’t done it in a while, though, thank goodness (I’m actually kind of busy nowadays, believe it or not).
Moral of the Story: Authors are heartless, soul sucking monsters. May they live and prosper.
