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no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system

imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark

imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear

imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black

imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks

imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

(Source: thvnderfox)

I’ve come to the conclusion that when I finally get a boyfriend and have him meet my family that it’s going to be very similar to the trolls in frozen…. I mean “she’s brought a boy!” Yeah it’s totally gonna happen…. don’t think they’ll break into song tho.

  • Brain:

    Psst.

  • Brain:

    Psssssst.

  • Brain:

    PSSSSSSSSSSST

  • Me:

    WHAT geezus what do you want?

  • Brain:

    I think somebody hates you.

  • Me:

    ....

  • Brain:

    I think somebody definitely hates you.

  • Me:

    ....

  • Brain:

    Do you want to know who it is?

  • Me:

    No.

  • Brain:

    Imma tell you anyway.

  • Me:

    What exactly makes you think that this person hates me, again?

  • Brain:

    Well why wouldn't they?

  • Me:

    ....

  • Brain:

    ....

  • Me:

    ....

  • Brain:

    What?

  • Me:

    What are you trying to accomplish here, brain?

  • Brain:

    I dunno

  • Brain:

    I guess I just wanted you to be sad.

  • Brain:

    Making you sad is my favorite game.

  • Me:

    You're a sick bastard, brain.

  • Brain:

    Yeah, but I'm winning at the game.

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