feeling sorry for inanimate objects
One time when we went to the nearby lake, a spider fell on me.
Three. Times. In a row.
And I don’t talk little tickly baby spider here, no those things were HUGE. Or maybe it was the same spider which had some weird crush on me, idek.
However, the first one crawled down my arm and scared the living shit out of me, but somehow I managed not to scream. The second was in my hair, very real and very alive. I didn’t scream.
The third got stuck in my shirt.
On the car ride home, I felt it struggling against my back. When we arrived, I very calmly got out of the car, undressed in the middle of the street, and ganked that motherfucker.
I did not scream.
That was when I realized I must have superpowers after all.
so how do i apply to s.h.i.e.l.d.
- person: whats an OTP?
- me: the fictional couple you think about when you listen to Fix You by Coldplay
On the left we have the lyrics from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. On the right we have rape survivors participating in Project Unbreakable, showing the various things that were said to them by their rapist.
i think this is the most powerful photoset i’ve ever seen on tumblr.
Reblogging until you understand why this song is so vile
It taught me how to summon Satan with Hot Cross Buns
I sneezed into one of these once. Long story short, I almost gave a teacher a heart attack
A THIRD GRADER SUMMONING SATAN WITH A RECORDER SHOULD BE A SUPERNATURAL EPISODE
ALL I’M IMAGINING IS
[doot doot doot] [doot doot doot] “heLLO BOYS”
what i’d really like is for someone to objectively watch me for a week or so and then just sit down with me for a few hours and explain to me what i am like and how i look to others and what my personality is in detail and how i need to improve where do i sign up for that