rnax: rnax: me seductively whispering...
RULE #1 OF TUM— ALWAYS REBLOG TH— IF YOU DON’T R—
juantreehill: faceless bloggers are so mysterious
garrythethird: lovenotes333: dark-homer: The Olympics is like sex It happens once every four years, costs a load of money, and has a giant robotic voldemort what kind of sex have you been having? The best kind
What if the Statue of Liberty is a giant weeping...
timelordonbakerstreet: theclubcanthandlejohn: themanwhomakespeoplebetter: doctorsgranddaughter: doctorwho: doctor-donnanoble: And no one has noticed because tourists are constantly looking at it. //I’ve thought about this. And it’s 100% true.// ((Can we take a minute to think about the fact that Amy and Rory’s final episode is: set in NYC and the Weeping Angels are a part of...
azula-lyubov: andthatlittleblackdress: OH MY FUCKCING GOD IKDJGFOIRJ OIAJGROIGKDOPAKP OGRAKGPOE FHJKAFHDKJFHDSJH WATCH UNTIL THE END OMG IT’S WORTH IT
OMG the actor to Stile's Dad is married to Lydia's...
David's Adorable Reactions to Messing Up:
davidtennantssideburns: The Mess Up: The Panic: Run Awaaayyyyyyy Oh God I should not just leave that there: Oohhh Shit I did that
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
Special fangirl powers by fandom:
lockedin221b: mirasaurus: Doctor Who: Ability to explain things at light speed Ability to ruin hipster posts Supernatural: Ability to point out the exceedingly obvious in a funny manner Sherlock: Observant as fuck Ability to ship characters that don’t exist Ability to crazy Avengers: Ability to have an army Ability to draw the villain with cat ears Harry Potter: Ability to gaze...
youbetter-runlike-thedevil: stormpooper: zooeyclairedeschanel: stop saying i can’t even and start saying i can even believe in urself is that a lawn mower flying no, it’s a lawn mower following it’s dreams
Plot Twist: We all lose our social anxiety and order our pizza's through the phone without hesitation and nervousness, we successfully greet everyone at family gatherings without jumbling up words and asking "how are you" twice, and we lose the habit of practicing to say our orders before saying it to the waitress.
miketooch: suzukins: i just found a shit load of condoms in the boots my sister gave me Talk about PROTECTIVE FOOTWEAR…
You Can't Trust your Feelings →
onlinecounsellingcollege: Although we would all like to trust our feelings, they are not a good guide for the ways things really are. They are often fickle and irrational – and not an accurate measure of reality. As you’ve probably discovered: 1. Feelings vary depending on our health. If we’re sick we often feel despondent and blah. 2. Feelings vary depending on our hormones – which is why...