stephen king throwing shade like a fucking master
funerals are so depressing. i want a parade when i die. cupcakes. airhorns. dancing. maybe even a murder mystery game with me as the person who was murdered.
"wow! who taught you to do your makeup like that?"
"wow! who taught you how to make that?"
"wow! who taught you-"
why do you know so much about sex
why are you so calm about porn
why do you hate people so much
why don’t you ever hang out with anyone from your school
what do you mean you hate this genera—
"who taught you to make origami sydney opera houses out of napkins-"
So guys, there’s a text post going around about how this one person will write you a very short and bad fanfic in your ask box based on the last few things you’ve reblogged, and it’s got like 120,000sth notes.
GUESS WHAT. I AM BORED AND WILL DO THE SAME FOR YOU. AND IT WILL ACTUALLY GET DONE BC THIS POST DOES NOT HAVE 828737473884848 NOTES. GO GO GO I AM WAITING
Deleted scene from the critically acclaimed film, Gravity.
oh my god, you tried
An alternate universe where Bruce Wayne died instead of his parents. Causing his father Thomas Wayne to become Batman and his mother Martha to go insane and become the Joker.
THIS IS SO CRAZY