So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple…
oh right.
the poison.
the poison for kuzco.
the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.
kuzco’s poison.
REBLOGGING AGAIN FOR THE BEATLES RIGHT AT THE END OH GOD
EVERY FUCKING CLASSIC ROCK FANDOM NEEDS TO LISTEN TO THIS
Too scared to try…
Oh wow… My therapist is going to have a great time with me today.
I did it
Best adrenalin rush all day.
NOT SAYING IT.
Been sitting here for 3 minutes deciding whether or not to say it omfg
americans really annoy mein america we have the freedom to be annoying
(Source: foreveralone-lyguy)
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. -Samwise Gamgee
What is my name? Sir Boast-a-lot.
