Take Me Anywhere

Life asked Death "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

iamcode:

mycaterpie:

twelfthcloctcr:

dustychica:

annyoung89:

Raise your hand if you have watched so much British television that is has actually changed your speech patterns.

I’ve not the slightest idea how you’ve come round to that idea.

Exactly. I haven’t the foggiest idea of how you’ve come to that conclusion.

What in the bloody hell are you blabbering on bout you twat?

Behold, people that have never been within 50 feet of anyone even remotely British.

ivyxaur:

fackinggluke:

ivyxaur:

I FUCKING SAW THIS AT WAL MART I CANT FUCKIGN TAKE IT IM STILL LAUHGING FU CK

not funny tho….

congratulations. by reblogging this post with 41 thousand notes and commenting “not funny tho…”, you have successfully turned the tides of history. everybody is looking down solemnly at their computer keyboards, as millions of ants pour out of their fingernails. this post is no longer funny. the world has stopped spinning. a child cries as its parents turn into 4 foot tall spiders. a mother robin devours her young, the sun itself turning into a “no fun allowed” sign. are you proud of how much you’ve done. are you proud of your impact on society and the future of the world. your head dislocates from your body, your mouth devouring yourself inside out until you cease to exist. there is nothing. it is now funny. a chorus of screaming laughter erupts from the void.

ivyxaur:

fackinggluke:

ivyxaur:

I FUCKING SAW THIS AT WAL MART I CANT FUCKIGN TAKE IT IM STILL LAUHGING FU CK

not funny tho….

congratulations. by reblogging this post with 41 thousand notes and commenting “not funny tho…”, you have successfully turned the tides of history. everybody is looking down solemnly at their computer keyboards, as millions of ants pour out of their fingernails. this post is no longer funny. the world has stopped spinning. a child cries as its parents turn into 4 foot tall spiders. a mother robin devours her young, the sun itself turning into a “no fun allowed” sign. are you proud of how much you’ve done. are you proud of your impact on society and the future of the world. your head dislocates from your body, your mouth devouring yourself inside out until you cease to exist. there is nothing. it is now funny. a chorus of screaming laughter erupts from the void.