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the-goddamazon:

clientsfromhell:

Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.

Me: What black pen?

Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.

Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?

Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.

NO. NO FUCKING WAY.

the-goddamazon:

averagefairy:

what even is the 50 shades movie gonna be just like a theatre full of 40 yr old women eating popcorn and gasping and clutching their chests throughout 2 hours of softcore porn???????? please no

LMFAO

Honestly, I’m going to see the movie opening weekend exactly so I can see these things.

Plus I live in a town that has the second (I think? Maybe third) largest Mormon population in the US and lbr, a theater full of snickering Mormon teens and middle aged Mormon ladies watching 50 Shades? THAT is going to be a superb show.

You cannot see. You grope around wildly as your footing is also unstable.
You feel a thin liquid filling your shoes. It is not water, you can tell. A pungent smell of brine, or anxiety. Your hands strike something solid, a wall, you think. It is soft, leathery, but also wet. You keep your hands to the surface, and it is moving in and out, like it is breathing. No, more like spasms. You hear a dull rumble from above, a gurgle from below. You still see nothing, the walls jerk back quickly. You lose your balance and slide down to the floor which is the same surface, but now the liquid is sloshing past you, something grabs you, your leg. Something is grabbing your leg. You are being pulled down, you cannot see which way. Madness. Which way madness? You scream, but no sound comes from your stubborn lips, your impudent throat. You reach, for what you do not know, only that you reach.
A blinding flash, a moment of understanding. You are in an empty store room, tied to a chair. There are others, but they are hooded and limp. You recall this living nightmare, you take comfort in its familiar pain. You smell fermentation and can hear a dull, unending beeping. Someone shouts in a language you do not know.
You love your family. YOU. LOVE. THEM.
Welcome to Red Lobster.
Come see what’s fresh. Today.

-

Welcome to Night Vale

Episode 22 - The Whispering Forest

(via nightvalequotes)

liquorsexandtattoos:

2 years later still the dumbest shit i ever seen

liquorsexandtattoos:

2 years later still the dumbest shit i ever seen

(Source: morgmir)

deneirys:

Hotel Transylvania (2012)

"I always thought the worst thing ever would be seeing you go, but the worst is seeing you unhappy."

Ratatouille Main Theme
Michael Giacchino

(Source: lemonypeaches)

scrotumcoat:

not many people know metallica opened for jesus’ birth

scrotumcoat:

not many people know metallica opened for jesus’ birth

(Source: realrodawful)

magic-murder-bag:

disruptedoriginal:

This motherfucker was walking around Comic-Con in a hyper-realistic Walter White/Bryan Cranston mask

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guess who was underneath this Bryan Cranston mask

fucking Bryan Cranston.

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Aaron Paul’s face is like a million different cries for help all molded into one expression

(Source: hiorioh)

frvt:

this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end

frvt:

this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end

(Source: emildeville)

thanksforjackbarakat:

blink-182 lyrics + snapchat

this is my favourite of all of these

(Source: laz-aretto)

moosekleenex:

Maxi dresses.

moosekleenex:

Maxi dresses.

redtormenta:

5ft1:

mileysblackfriend:

i honestly hate vine so much

Good fucking BYE!!!!

SHE GOT THE HAIRCUT!!!!