whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

i miss it when network tv looked kind of grainy & warm & intimate. everything’s just shades of blue now

Knuckle tats that say Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

The Count is readying the castle for his esteemed guest! There's much to be done.

a dramatical "schwiiierig" is literally the worst response you can get from a German

unfortunately its true you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

POV: You’re watching the marineford live stream

why is his smile so radiant

hold on. Was suck him good and hard through his jorts supposed to conjour the image of someone who has an unzipped fly because this entire time I've been imagining someone slurping on wet denim

Hey, don't cry. A single thread in a tapestry, though its color brightly shines, can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design, ok?

it’s talking heads kermit friday

you can hate yourself all you want but the world is beautiful and it welcomes you

raiding the fridge AGAIN