SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE TAKING A STAND AGAINST SAM PEPPER
Track Title: What's This?
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Album: The Nightmare Before Christmas
what’s this? // fall out boy
there’s children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
they’re busy building toys
and absolutely no one’s dead
IS IT TOO EARLY TO REBLOG THIS?
I was listening this yesterday, I missed this song
this animation is beyond amazing
THISE LEAVES ARE REAL SHUTUP
horror movie opening scenewhite girl:
i dont like this abandoned insane asylum, zack.
come on, amanda, 10 years ago tonight, the famous blood skull killer committed his last murder right here and then vanished.
you're just trying to scare me.
they continue walking for a few seconds
*white couple hears noise*
babe what that??
i'll go investigate
*leaves her alone*
ha ha just kidding!
im just playin babe
that wasnt funny but ur still cute
*things turn sexy*
i'll go investigate
*he leaves and then there's a silence for a long time*
*maybe a thud*
zack! this isnt funny anymore zack!
*she walks and he dead*
*killer shows up with sickle or quirky weapon that distinguishes him from other horror movie villains*
*white girl runs*
*thinks she free n safe*
*guy catches her*
opening title slashes across screen:
BLOOD SLICE IN 3-D
please refrain from making transphobic comments and just like appreciate how amazing amiyah’s hair is
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto. —By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)