remember when this thing was number #1 in the uk charts.
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT
A RING DING DING DINGDEMGDEMG
When a bullet hits a wall
That is astounding. I legitimately watched it about fifteen times before reblogging it.
this is so fucking satisfying to watch oh my god
Does anyone else hear it crash into the wall?
Stop trying to get with me that was like 2 months ago
- friend: how far have you gone with a boy
- me: in miles or kilometers
it’s 2013 and there are still guys who believe that girls don’t play video games
My life goal is to have enough $100 bills that fill a bathtub & I want to bathe in my glory & success
my life goal is to sneeze with out farting
I think we’re on two different paths in life
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
- rescue three white women who have been missing for a decade, and a baby
- become a national hero
- pull and even bosser move and tell the fbi to give the reward money to the victims
- media decides to dig into your past, and bring up your criminal record.
wonderful time to be black in america.
Do the Irish and Australians really swear as much as the stereotype suggests?
what the fuck does the stereotype suggest u prick
who wouldn’t want this on their blog?