laziismorez:

Do you ever follow someone and they follow you and you really wanna be friends with them but you feel like you’re bothering them everytime you try to interact with them but they’re just so cool and you’re just like

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zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

zanetehaiden:

Why cello there

This has 130 notes.Y’all need to chill this wasn’t that funny

This is the post that put me over 500 followers. I hate everything

This is it. This is fuckin it. This is the legacy I leave on this god-forsaken website. This is what future generations will remember me for, after all is said and done and the world dies down, this is what will be recorded in the annals of history as the one thing I achieved in my entire existence, and its the stupidest goddamn thing I could have possibly done. With three words I immortalized myself as the cello guys, not knowing what I wrought, and here we now stand.
165,000 notes is way too many. 10,000 followers is way too many. Everything is way too many. This wasn’t that funny, but here we are. Here we are, sad and tired and full of regret, at the cusp of the world, and here I will rot with what could have been.
Know that I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say that I loathe each and every one of you bastards for doing this.
Cell-out

zanetehaiden:

Can we just boil everything down to “don’t be a dick to someone about something they can’t control”

deathlyj0y:

honestly some asexuals make more innuendos than a lot of sexual people bc a lot of us find sex to be this hilarious thing to joke about so 

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zilleniose:

forgot i doodled a shark!karkat like last weekend. shark!kat? sharkat. kittyfish.
lost-moonlight:

The last words he (Kurt Cobain) spoke aren’t known, but he did leave a suicide note, addressed to his imaginary childhood friend ‘Boddah’:

To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, the ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seem to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God believe me I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know! I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become. I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out then to fade away.
Peace, Love, Empathy. Kurt Cobain.
Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances. for her life will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU
itriedthatathome:

adelef—hitler:

adelef—hitler:

lilhungrymane:

theantiherooftime:

A number one dad, ten out of ten, Dad of the year, gettin laid all year this year, best dad ever, you did it.

she was standing like how ppl stand when theyre waiting to get hit by a train lol

yep here it comes, give it your best shot death, i ain’t afrai -yoink 

paineds:

kaijubabe:

paineds:

nobody sees you cry when you weld

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is this really going to be my first popular text post on this blog