naoren: Okay but You gotta admit this one looks pretty cool
I’ve just started Adventure Time… I thought I could sink no lower.
4-8yr Olds Describing Love.
Rebecca, age 8: When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
Terri, age 4: Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Danny, age 7: Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
Nikka, age 6: If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Elaine, age 5: Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7: Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Mary Ann, age 4: Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
chav-tas-tic: hey I wanna write fluff first seven people who reblog this w their OTP in the tags or added will get a really shitty fluff in their ask or submit
jpierrepontcriss: my mom was pulling into a parking space today and she asked “am i relatively straight?” and i said “i think that’s something you need to decide for yourself” and she told me to walk home
mrcraabs: i’m terribly sorry sir, but for the last time, no, you can not pay us in stickers. i don’t care how many stickers you have. this is a high end restaurant. holy shit that is a lot of stickers. okay just give me those and you are free to go don’t tell anyone about this
sunsetorangepeeta: *drops out of school to become full-time book reader*
tr3ndyc00l: apparently my school made the senior dinner great gatsby themed because what better theme for a graduation party than the inaccessibility of the american dream
quazza: i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
thebbcsherlockholmes: Smiling, Sherlock turned back to Mrs. Hudson, “There, your plans of this afternoon are saved from the public. You can finish getting ready now; try a mild perfume, though. He doesn’t seem the type to like anything too strong for a woman of your stature and age.” Completely horrified by Sherlock’s comments, Mrs. Hudson stormed out of the room and back down to her...
thepensivebrony: “you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you” finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
art-books-and-everything: true friendship is still being friends despite being in different hogwarts houses
If you have ever taken a razor blade to that...
gooutfighting: now taking applications for my gang, please have your mum sign your permission slip and return it in by next wednesday
townsvillain: philolspice: townsvillain: why leak nudes when you can leak the word of our Lord and Savior because nudes are real
jerkofanassbutt: andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels: ohyousillypotato: what i’m looking for in a man: will lend me his hoodies good sense of humor is a cutie patootie will slay my enemies in a brutal display of violence and paint his face with their blood good taste in music Dean Winchester. You’re looking for Dean Winchester
thebbcsherlockholmes: rhapsodyvintage: “Hm… late sixties,either 1 or no children, arthritis in the left hip, very motherly, obviously cares for you very much. She likes fuzzy jumpers and baking. Also used to dance quite often when she was younger.” *looks up at you for approval* Sherlock raised his eyebrows, “Good, very good. I’m impressed. What can you say about her love life; I think...