death to the opposition
nationals, baseball, crying about tyler clippard,
cats, cephalopods, succulents, and a surprising amount of crabsquirrel
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Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1949
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)
dad bod spiderman can’t drive
well MAYBE he can, but he’s a miserable parallel parker
god fucking damn it
(via banahbanah)
just made a spidersona theyre an australian spiderman where instead of getting cool powers from the spider bite they died after a single day
I’m losing it
(via butterscotchcreys)
reasons i want to be rich
- to randomly fill up people’s entire gofundme’s
- to be able to tip a thousand dollars to a stressed server at a restaurant
- to give really good gifts for birthdays that arent just gift cards
- to be able to actually afford my real sense of style
- to pay my mom’s bills and debts
reasons i dont want to be rich
- to hoard the entire fucking planet’s resources and kill off the world’s population slowly
(via eggsac)
(via fancycake)
that first bottle dead ass looks like it’s gonna make you shoot crows out of your hands
the first bottle was also full of liquidized cocaine
So it will make me feel like I can shoot crows out of my hands
(via zerachin)
Moo b*tch get out the way
If I remember correctly, the cow’s owner actually said “Well at this point we’re just going to leave her be because she really deserves her freedom” and she was granted immunity by the mayor
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01. What’s Up Danger —Blackway & Black Caviar
❝If I’m crazy, I’m on my own / If I’m waitin’, it’s on my throne / If I sound lazy, just ignore my tone / ‘Cause I’m always gonna answer when you call my phone / Like what’s up, danger?❞
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