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I-I-I h-h-have f-f-f-fans-s? *cries happily* c: //

Crazy boy who writes what's on his mind, and makes some simple art and photographs too. Trying to post two things a day. Reblogging everything I like. If you want to talk, my ask is always open! Kik: najdra
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what-the-hells-going-on:

ho-ho-holy-shit-its-christmas:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

I JUST DROPPED MY STRAIGHTENER IN THE SINK HELP WHAT DO I DO

I PULLED IT OUT BUT NOW ITS MAKING DEMON NOISES

IM AFRAID TO UNPLUG IT WHAT IF IT SHOCKS ME

IM GONNA UNPLUG IT HERE GOES

I UNPLUGGED IT BUT ITS STILL MAKING DEMON SOUNDS

your url makes a disturbing amount of sense right now.

STOP REBLOGGING THIS I ALMOST DIED

what-the-hells-going-on:

ho-ho-holy-shit-its-christmas:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

what-the-hells-going-on:

I JUST DROPPED MY STRAIGHTENER IN THE SINK HELP WHAT DO I DO

I PULLED IT OUT BUT NOW ITS MAKING DEMON NOISES

IM AFRAID TO UNPLUG IT WHAT IF IT SHOCKS ME

IM GONNA UNPLUG IT HERE GOES

I UNPLUGGED IT BUT ITS STILL MAKING DEMON SOUNDS

your url makes a disturbing amount of sense right now.

STOP REBLOGGING THIS I ALMOST DIED

kirklandork:

66-seals-of-fuck-you:

teamshercock:

morango-flutuante:

holly shit.

image

I’m not an artist and I jizzed myself.

If you get this for an artist, it’s pretty much a guarantee you’ll get laid that night.

tag your porn

(Source: assassincreeds)

greathaircut:

love how kids introduce themselves like “hello im johnny im five years old i know how to read” yeah cool i didnt ask for your life story asshole

terrakion:

alt-j:

michaxl:

gf: babe come over

me: i cant im doing gymnastics on the top of mt everest

gf: my parents are out ;)

me:

image

IS HE OKAY??!!!!?

yes hes with his girlfriend now

wet-chrome:

I always feel like I should apologize for my personal posts, but then I realize that I have Ultimate Blog Power. I can write an essay about how sad I am and then post ten pictures of dogs rollerblading. You can’t stop me.