I Don’t Know Why Anyone Has To Feel Insecure About Their Bodies, When Objectively, Humans Are All Freakish

*Sits backwards on the couch so that my spine is bent awkwardly and my face is pressed into the cushions*

do you think cymbals have dents because someone went ham?

Trying to stay focused until Friday… 

happy new year

“Oh that animal doesn’t LIKE you it just TOLERATES you” …..So? If that’s the most a non-social organism can feel towards you isn’t that just as special an honor as whatever it is you think affection means??

Scientist: I made Kool-aid with my lab equipment.

Me: Pssh, that's easy. You just use the powder-

Scientist: it's homemade

Me: *sweats*

i remember this from my dreams

I never thought I would see the day where I could reblog this amazing piece

I feel so honored

ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog

imagine that howling at the moon

Inktober day 2. I redrew a scene from the movie K12, by Melanie Martinez. Orange Juice is a good song, with a great meaning.

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

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