Meow

sadnradxvx:


fuck-it-fire-everything:

bhamms:


He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself. 
He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”


behold the happiest bear

My heart

sadnradxvx:

fuck-it-fire-everything:

bhamms:

He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself. 

He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”

behold the happiest bear

My heart

(Source: bompracachorro, via you-cant-stop-the-moriparty)

buckysbarnes:

oh my god im dead i was blogging and then all of a sudden i feel something on my arm and i look anD ITS A SPIDER AND I ALMOST JUST DIED

kingofbeartraps:

dennys:

and-down-we-go:

So last night a bunch of my friends and I went to Denny’s for some breakfast-for-dinner and I couldn’t decide on what I wanted, so I told the waiter “I want a lot of eggs.”

"How many eggs do you want?"
"How many can I get?"
"I mean if you get a Make Your Own Slam you can get up to 8.."
"I would like a questionable amount of eggs, please. Scrambled, so that I don’t know how many there are."

And boy did he deliver.

The manager came out to present the eggs (because, as our waiter joked, this plate of eggs was too much of a health risk for anyone but the manager to be liable for serving me), and said “….who’s responsible for this?”

I started crying out of excitement/joy/fear (no lie. it was embarrassing)

Anyway, this heavenly plate of eggs filled the entire plate and was about an inch deep (there were 2 layers of eggs in it! with cheese in the middle!!)

The waiter kept joking “You’re not getting a box. You have to finish it! You chose this!” I tipped him 100% out of pure shame (plus he was a rad dude).

Thank you Denny’s. Thank you.

THIS IS AN EXCELLENT EGG ATTITUDE TO HAVE.

omg I can’tstop laughing

(via theturnofgods)

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

sexual-phan:

hunter-avenger-consulter-grimm:

jawnn-locked:

visiovisusvidere:

sonicghost:

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Oh fuck yes.

image

If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

(Source: b-random, via allonsy-mywayward-sociopath)

condommodel:

check out this picture of a floating head

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(via allonsy-mywayward-sociopath)

Hey, Sam. What’s the longest a normal human being has ever gone without sleep? Eleven days, heh.
Hey, you always wanted to be normal, Sam. If you are, you’ll be dead in a week! 

(Source: dixonchesters, via growley)

roaminromans:

how to play a racing game

  • HIT EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY
  • GO FAST
  • NEVER USE BRAKES

(via dean-ate-peetas-pie)