Over the past year, my sexual fetishes have been slowly getting more perverse; But it wasn't until I spanked a statue that I realized I'd hit rock bottom.
I’VE SEEN THIS POST FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS AND JUST NOW GOT THE JOKE.
I laughed like a dummy when I saw this.
"I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did."
I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
(Source: buddhacoffee, via wordsanddiscords)
It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.
I’m not very good at small talk, I want to talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky, I am terrible at asking about school and weather
I have a physics textbook from before the electron was discovered and they just sound so frustrated it’s hilarious
This motherfucker was walking around Comic-Con in a hyper-realistic Walter White/Bryan Cranston mask
guess who was underneath this Bryan Cranston mask
fucking Bryan Cranston.
Aaron Paul’s face is like a million different cries for help all molded into one expression