There’s an old guy walking around in a shirt that says “JUST DID IT”

Reasons why I should not have my phone at work…pointless posts.

briouxbabs:

Omfg Shia you fucking troll.

briouxbabs:

Omfg Shia you fucking troll.

Netflix fail.

Netflix fail.

Got a haircut last week ( ;-; ) but finally bought a straightener! :D

…I look like a 12.9 year old. XD

I have a driver’s license and college ID though, Tumblr!

My sister insisted on the halfassed hair flip derp picture. XD

xcupidxstuntx:

i don’t think people understand that when i watch something, i don’t look for the gay

the gay looks for me

For some reason I just pictured it as being like the Eye of Sauron and searching for us, and then showers us in a bright beam of glorious shipping and subtext.

And then we get plain old text sometimes too.

My straightening iron says “Never use while sleeping.”

NO WAY.

khelleren:

royalrunes:

So I have been in some form of a LOKI’D war with my friend and today I decided to LOKI’D her room. So another friend and I did this. She’ll keep finding them months from now. I feel super accomplished.

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

talesofproblems:

by Anonymous

I think I submitted this…

talesofproblems:

by Anonymous

I think I submitted this…