I’m not saying it’s right, but I understand (x)
I’m saying “it’s right”
All of us are saying “it’s right.”
It’s right
It’s right.
Right
right as fuck
This man committed no wrong and anyone who says otherwise is wrong and devoid of morals
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I’m not saying it’s right, but I understand (x)
I’m saying “it’s right”
All of us are saying “it’s right.”
It’s right
It’s right.
Right
right as fuck
This man committed no wrong and anyone who says otherwise is wrong and devoid of morals
You're sexually attracted to me not interested in me. There's a difference.
Damn it man
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS WHAT MODOK LOOKS LIKE IN THE NEW ANT MAN MOVIE
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my most recent strategy for dealing with executive dysfunction is that when I catch myself lying in bed thinking “I want to be doing the productive thing, but for some reason I’m still just lying here, wtf is wrong with me” I start mentally screaming until I get up.
I don’t mean screaming AT myself, I just mean screaming. Like, a battle cry, or a tantruming baby. The goal is to fill up my brain with “AAAAAAAAAAA” until I am vertical. I can’t articulate WHY it works, but so far it’s working for me!
Oh, Correct
translation: “My sheep! [bah! bah!] You are my life. [bah! bah!] Walk behind me…[bah! bah!] Sing (after me).”
This is too adorable
imagine your ex who you haven't seen in a decade (since he stole your car) shows up at your house. in the car. the one he stole from you. it looks like shit. your ex asks you to fix the broken car. then he tells you that the hot girl with him and his buddy (the one that helped him steal the car) is his new girlfriend. she is a member of the royal family and she looks capable of murdering you AND your ex with rage alone. you try to say hi. she does not say hi. no one admits it out loud, but you get the feeling that they're all running from the cops and they all want to hide out in YOUR house.
this is what happened to lando calrissian in the empire strikes back
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You know how we all joke that writers should stop writing kids in the Chosen One roles because they’re kids and have no experience, etc., and how older people would actually kick ass in that kind of role?
Try telling someone 30-60 years old that they need to put down all of their commitments because they need to save the universe. If it were a book trilogy, the first book would just be the messenger trying to convince the Chosen One that saving the universe is more important than them losing their job for not showing up, their pets home alone, or the risk that their insurance won’t cover whatever injuries they may sustain.
Well, in fairness, Bilbo Baggins never did get all his furniture back.
he’s licking his lips…
he’s checking it twice…
Five minutes left, on his microwave rice
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