What does this mean
um we’ve all seen hannah montana i think we know what this means
Turtle high five
OH MY GOD THEY EXIST
GIMMIE SOME FIN
FIRST I WAS LIKE WOOOOAAAAHHHHTHEN I WAS LIKE WOOOOOAH.
I just imagine the candle like this:
"That moment when the mic realizes it’s Jensen Ackles speaking into it and fucking passes out"
What the hell is that fox doing?
probably making a withdrawal seeing as he’s in line at the atm
my favorite part about this picture is that people saw the fox there and just started queuing behind it
well yeah, cutting in line is rude
angelina jolie’s daughter
and gwen stefani’s son
both so cute
Parenting done right
ugh. this is so wrong. how can you support someone letting their kid wear socks on grass. do you know how hard it is to wash those stains out?
I thought I was going to have to yell at someone for being a close minded asswipe but that was the biggest plot twist of my life.
but no seriously those stains are a bitch to get out
I ACCIDENTALLY JUST SAID “THIS EPISODE” INSTEAD OF “TODAY”
you just broke your own fourth wall
one time i referred to my freshman year as “season one”
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck