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I 100% think that if you went inside, you would walk into a normal sized one. It would be seemingly normal, with everyday employees and shoppers. And you’d wander around and almost forget the weird beginning of this adventure, buy a DVD, and then step back out into this field.

xhba

third base is when he sees u cry for the first time

what kind of goat is this

#who is she

pan-pizza

A mechanized army of circuitry and metal, cold and emotionless, carry out tasks without conscious. Robots, thousands, programmed for destruction march towards the future.

If anyone wants to follow me on twitter @bobbybutthole I'll follow you back if we're mutuals bc I love u but I'm not on here as often anymore

#me #they call me ranch cause I be dressing

working in the drive-thru

me: and would you like a hot wheels or barbie toy with that, ma'am?

woman: uh... it's for a boy.

me: okay congratulations

me: do you want a hot wheels or barbie toy

woman: i want a boy toy please

me: haha dont we all

woman:

me:

me: so do you want a hot wheels or barbie toy you have to choose

tastefullyoffensive

Is your dad Ron Swanson? (via blooper2112)

edgebug

this is the money axe of good fortune, reblog to receive money and axes

abductd-blog

I'm just reblogging this because that is exactly my dad's handwriting... My mom always used to joke about him having a second family...

#ref

whisperthatruns

Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via whisperthatruns)

I love K-2SO

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)