Blood bounces quite strikingly on snow not only because of the obvious color/contrast discrepancy, but the large difference in temperatures.
Another post to add to the list of “I swear I’m not a serial killer, just a writer”
I’m not even a writer and this is awesome.
I’m not even a serial killer and I love this
im a serial killer
There’s actually a book called “I am not a serial killer”
see look how dull this shit is like wow
aight here we go
nono still not sharp enough
nO IT MUST BE SHARPER
YES YES GOOD
Top Gear in India
How can you not like top gear?
I watched this the other week and was in literal tears
new bra from victoria secret! :)
A woman stands in her bedroom. She is with her attractive male lover. The air is filled with desire. They both look into each other’s eyes. The female, with a slightly bashful smile, takes off her clothes, starting with the pants first, and finally the shirt. She is wearing the bra. The man’s eyes opened wider in interest. His interest is peaked. The woman strutted closer to him, her eyes batting and her smile growing. She leans into his ear and with a breathy voice, she spoke:
I graduate in three days, I pay my own bills, I have a car, and I’m reading fanfiction about a lettuce bra.
It has a little lettuce bow.
Jennifer Lawrence filling gas while her dad flips off the paparazzi.
she learned from the best I see
im fucking crYIN G omfg
This is my favorite SNL skit of all time. I’m so glad it’s a gifset now.
Damn you devil weather!!
Oklahoma…go home. You’re drunk.
Quick! EVERYONE GO BUY EVERYTHING AT WALMART!
You think it’s exaggeration but it is not my friends it is not
“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.