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shutupvevo:

on the one hand it’s a joke but on the other hand where is the lie




voiceactresskurutta:

randomobsession:

perlockholmes:

sweetmoonbeam17:

theinturnet:

Did a group of mathematicians just sit around drawing lines before stumbling upon how some combination of the intersections could be used for multiplication?

MAGIC

I had to try this, and I am just sitting here awestruck. This is brilliant.

This is as mind-blowing as Misha’s shoe-tying lesson.

I will never understand how or why people come up with this stuff.







smelterdemon:

haruri33:

だるまさんが転んだ。

They got their sneaky boots on



annabellehector:

Deep







al-grave:

godotal:

Randomly remembering a joke and laughing about it to yourself

This fucking duck. Gets me every time.





supamuthafuckinvillain:

blaquezilla:

pinkcookiedimples:

Emmanuel Hudson distributing life

Bliss

This ruined me.








artist-chan:

optimussentinel:

ur-supposed-to-say-jerk:

thepizzakitty:

i hate pants that make it look like i have a boner when i sit but then i remember im a girl but i still worry that somebody will think i have a boner

SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS

Do… Girls really worry about this?

yes





spaghetticunt:

sign me right the fuck up




prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.



h0odrich:

Shoutout to every black and white cat named oreo




tehrisa:

meatbicyclevevo:

oate:

audidas:

7 million people in the earth. 0 messages in my Inbox

7 million

in the earth

free them