Rants & Random Ramblings
I JUST… I SIMPLY CAN NOT HANDLE THIS CALIBER OF CUTENESS

I JUST… I SIMPLY CAN NOT HANDLE THIS CALIBER OF CUTENESS

SQUEE WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE

SQUEE WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE

Ummm… I found an orphaned kitten… o.o

Ummm… I found an orphaned kitten… o.o

supermegafoxyawesomehotnot:

teruteruhanamura:

im fucking cryiNG OH MY GOD???? THIS GUY FROM SHREK

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IS CALLED LORD FARQUAAD RIGHT??? AND FARQUAAD SOUNDS A LOT LIKE FUCKWAD WHEN U SAY IT

LORD FUCKWAD

HOW DID THAT ONE SLIP PAST

SAY IT WITH AN ENGLISH ACCENT

SCREAMS

bombliate:

how weird is it to have pets though like a random animal just lives in your house and you can’t communicate with it but you both just accept it

fuoco-go:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

i’d have so many nails there would be no fence left

fuoco-go:

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

i’d have so many nails there would be no fence left

spacecricket:

Hyperbole and a Half posted again, and everyone needs to read it because:
If you are depressed, it will resonate with you like whoa.
If you are not depressed, it will clarify some stereotypes about depression that need to be said. An explanation like this has been needed for a LONG time.
If you know someone who is depressed, you’ll be better at interacting with them after reading this.

spacecricket:

Hyperbole and a Half posted again, and everyone needs to read it because:

  • If you are depressed, it will resonate with you like whoa.
  • If you are not depressed, it will clarify some stereotypes about depression that need to be said. An explanation like this has been needed for a LONG time.
  • If you know someone who is depressed, you’ll be better at interacting with them after reading this.
concentration-lamp:

princenebulas

this is my dad’s first ever text he’s sent to me i am screaming 

concentration-lamp:

princenebulas

this is my dad’s first ever text he’s sent to me i am screaming 

mightyenarc:

slow the fuck down there aristotle youre like 3 years old wearing a fucking hard hat

mightyenarc:

slow the fuck down there aristotle youre like 3 years old wearing a fucking hard hat

jessinkley:

Red Dead Redemption (2010)

‘We can’t always fight nature John. We can’t fight change. We can’t fight gravity. We can’t fight nothing… My whole life, all I ever did was fight…’

this game.

THIS

FUCKING

GAME.