Fight--Me

25 Fight me you fuck

[obscure-entity]

i like the genre of animal photos where you can tell they just dipped their face into a carcass and they dont even care (artistic interpretation)

[chain-chomp]

I love the Nintendo switch but the Nintendo switch doesn’t love me, you know? I felt like the wii loved me

[thedankmemes]

[jerseyclown]

i hate when i get so sleepy at the end of hanging out like hey sorry gang unfortunately they tolt me its time for me to put on my nightgown and light my candle now

[triviallytrue]

[bowserisgay]

[bowserisgay]

[woamna]

Rule

[top1jesterquestfangirl]

This post is so funny to me. I watched it back on tiktok, and every single person in the comments section was just ripping into this guy. They were being so mean to Coleman over this, it was unreal. But every single other place it gets posted to people love this guy. Coleman, I hope you're seeing these reposts, we accept you as part of the LGBTC+ community.

[into-the-paradox]

jonathan sims, after giving a full performance of each statement, with powerful voice acting that sometimes even becomes choked with emotion, bringing him close to tears: So Anyway, That's Fucking Fake. Seek Help <3

[tullmetal-archivist]

it's been years but I still can't believe like. he. he really named the protagonist his exact real human name and then named everyone else Michael. that's so funny still why did he do that

[kaijuno]

[larval-tear]

dinosaurs are like the coolest thing possible for a child to learn about. it’s like hey i know you were just borned but giant monsters are real and they fought each other in wars for 100000000000 years and then blew up when the sky exploded.

[frozenknight]

Scream scrom so Saw could see

[amygdalae]

I'm a sad person not because anything is wrong. but because as a child I saw an alligator gar at the aquarium and experienced a joy so profound it permanently blew out my dopamine receptors and I've been incapable of happiness since

[scootypuffjr]

[scootypuffjr]

[charlesoberonn]

The Grim Reaper doesn't come for the dead. That's a myth. He doesn't wear a robe either. Nor does he carry a scythe.

The Grim Reaper comes for the living. He wears the uniform of a private, ill fitting on a young man who's barely past boyhood.

The Grim Reaper comes for mothers. And when he comes every mother on the street steps outside to watch him go, dreading that it's her door where he's gonna stop.

The Grim Reaper is trembling and shy. It never gets easier. All those eyes on him.

The Grim Reaper doesn't carry a scythe. He carries a mailbag. And in it are a hundred letters. Each stamped with the Royal Army Seal.

The mother cries. She refuses the letter. But the Grim Reaper will not be denied. He is not the instrument of death. Only its herald.

The Grim Reaper has no time to stay. There're so many letters yet to deliver today.

The year is 1915, and the Grim Reaper knows that tomorrow will be a busy day as well.

[doyouknowwhatimeme]

[adz]

reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now