The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—Of cabbages—and kings—And why the sea is boiling hot—And whether pigs have wings.

Posted on May 26, 2012 with 1 note

In The Event Of An Emergency…

SON OF A MOTHER CUSSER!!!!! TWO IN ONE WEEK. I WILL NOT MISS FIRE ALARMS. back to being sound ASLEEP.

Posted on May 25, 2012 with 2 notes

To die will be an awfuly big adventure!

Well here goes Don Rags. Father have mercy.

Posted on May 23, 2012 with 1 note

damnthatswhack:

I’ll sleep so long they’ll call me Rumpelstiltskin.

[afternoonsnoozebutton]

I wish. So Much.

Posted on May 23, 2012 via Afternoon Snooze Button with 2,111 notes

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TO THE PERSON WHO SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM.

Rage.

Posted on May 22, 2012 with 1 note

I’m Gonna Have A Heart Attack And Die.

I have Don Rags in less than 24 hours. I’m freaking out cause I still have a bunch to do. Why am I such a boss at procrastinating? Also, drinking massive amounts of caffeine makes you feel like you’re going to die but keeps you strangely focused.

Posted on May 22, 2012

damnthatswhack:

Evil Cows

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Posted on May 22, 2012 via Damn That's Whack with 15,164 notes

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damnthatswhack:

You know what’s cooler than Batman?

[chuckhistory]

Posted on May 22, 2012 via History Of Chuck with 844 notes

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stormielaine:

Time is the greatest distance between two places.

Some Sunday morning inspiration. Not done yet but have a read and let me know what you think.

Sometimes magic follows you.
Sometimes you create legends.
Sometimes rules are meant to be broken.
Sometimes you can never go back.
Sometimes magic hurts.
Sometimes magic heals.

For now adays, the world is lit by lightning,
No longer romantic candlelight.

We dream and die in daylight dreary
Ever fearing midnight’s query
“Will you dare to dance in shadow,
Lit by Moonlight bright?”

For Lady Luna laughs to see
The moonlit romp of gaiety
The faces found and lost there see
All beauty shining bright.

In gardens, caves, and fields far
The jasmine blooms beneath the stars
Night’s magic mist fills lovers eyes
Disguiséd hearts no more…

Posted on May 20, 2012 via inky fragments with 3 notes

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