• friend: you should've come with us!
  • me: an invitation might have helped

irritableaggressor:

((So I went to the candy store the other day and I bought this and it wasn’t even candy but the box is hanging up on my wall now I own a gay bar now.))

((So

Just found out that one of my 6-year-old nieces has had a 102 degree fever for the past four days. She refuses to take any medicine and we don’t know if she’ll be alright

I was planning on responding to things tonight but i don’t think I could if I tried, and I might not for a few days. I apologize for the inconvenience.))

laughing-to-death:

ronnieknoxville:

((Oh my god I’m 8 from 500 that number is going to bother me forever))

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((bless your face))

dcresistance:

EVERYONE REBLOG THIS. SPREAD THIS AROUND.


Westboro is planning to picket the funerals of those whose lives were taken by the explosions in Boston. Remember what the bikers did for the funerals of the children who attended Sandy Hook Elementary? Let’s do that again. Don’t let Westboro spread their hate and ignorance.

((Oh my god I’m 8 from 500 that number is going to bother me forever))

elizabeth-ethel-cordelia-midford whispered: “I'm Lizzie, it's a pleasure to meet you... How are you today?”

“Ah, I remember ye from th’ Campania. I’m Ronald, lassy. ‘S a pleasure!” He flashed her one of those blinding smiles of his. “I’m quite well, actually. An’ yerself?”

mei-rin-blossoms:

“Yep, tha’s right,” Mei-Rin nodded again, this time shortly. “I’d bet you’ve heard ‘bout a certain earl, Ciel Phantomhive,” she uttered, “he’s the one who’ve hired me.” Was she too talkative? Maybe she shouldn’t have said who she worked for but, to be honest, almost everyone could get to know that if they only wanted. “An’ you have not the slightest idea how I’m lucky.” Of course. She was famous for her being so garrulous.

Ronald was taken aback by the name of her employer. She worked for that little brat? Personally, he couldn’t imagine that he was very kind to his servants, but seeing as she seemed to have no issues with the kid, he supposed he could be wrong. “Ah, ye mean Eyepatch? I met ‘im on the Campania. ‘Is butler didn’t seem t’ like me much, but I guess ‘at’s t’ be expected ‘a ‘im.” He glanced ahead of them for a moment, relieved to find that the tea shop was close. He had a collection to do in a little over an hour, and he didn’t wish to be late for it. “Ah, ‘ere it is,” he smiled, motioning towards the frilly building.

(Source: ronnieknoxville)