you know how when you go to a concert or show of some sort and the person on stage is like “HOW’S EVERYONE DOING TONIGHT?!?!?!?!” and the audience cheers back? why? you’re not answering the question, you’re just yelling. imagine if we did that in daily conversation. “hey jeff, how are ya?” and jeff just starts screaming and clapping in your face
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you can’t spell thug without hug
i hate it when songs are 2:59 seconds long like you’re telling me you couldn’t hold a note for one more second
I’ve discovered there’s a lot you can do inside haunted houses.
For example, you can:
- be in a shampoo commercial
- start a boy band:
- spot some choice booty:
- break into song:
- see some people in frankly offensive outfits:
- attend a metal show:
- listen to some sick jams:
- discover zombieism:
- sample some tasty snacks:
- watch someone get burned bad:
- find something you really like:
- find something you really, really like:
- find something you REALLY REALLY LIKE:
- and wonder if you left the stove on:
When you stub your toe
No sympathy for rapists, no sympathy for abusers, no sympathy for those who side with them. No excuses for their behavior, no justifications, no exceptions.
Hearing my own voice on a recording makes me want to apologize to every single person I’ve ever talked to, like I’m really sorry.
Today I saw the single most shocking thing I have seen in my entire life
"was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story
not being at comic con like
Glitches in the matrix.
I’m freaking out