reminder that this night we will have a full moon on a friday the 13th. it’s the first time this happens in 20 years, and the next one will be in 2049.

this is a special night, have a spooky time 🕸🦇👻

CAH right now!

Message me for game link!!! Cards against humanity yo :D 

an old picture

when will the clown sightings happen again that was fun

Platonic love is real love and shouldnt be treated like less becuase it isnt romantic. Defining love as only romantic is a terrible concept. You should be able to love people in a platonic way as much as romantic way and not be seen as less

all this time i thought sailor moon had a magic homing tiara but usagi is just REALLY GOOD AT FRISBEE

this is a review for bioshock

April Fool’s!

Oh no what is happening to this site 

it’s crazyness 

have a happy day everyone~ 

NEW YORK, NY (APRIL 1, 2019) — After eight years of silence, Tumblr’s renowned Tumbeasts have risen up against the site of the very data center they once roamed. Originally created in a lab by The Oatmeal’s Matthew Inman in what can only be assumed as some sort of Island of Dr. Moreau situation, the green creatures have taken to gnaw on every blog post on Tumblr. Sources say this is creating Tumblr’s brand-new, temporary Memory feature to regurgitate unique posts the community had actually never made — though these posts will never see the light of day unless the Tumblr user reblogs them.

“Until today, no one had seen a Tumbeast in eight years,” confirmed April Blague, head of the Tumbeast Wildlife Center (@tumbeastwildlifecenter). “We thought they were gone forever, but it turns out it took them all that time to formulate their plan to chew up and spit out popular posts, tags, and mutuals in a rearranged order. There’s no end game here. They try very hard to be very bad, but they never get far.”

When reached for comment, Tumblr confirmed that literally no one asked for this.

be patient, good things are coming your way :)

The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) dir. Ron Howard

chillin on a Saturday night