by the way did I ever tell y’all about the time I got a blank message from nobody, sent on new year’s eve in 1969, when the internet didn’t exist?
because that happened
What the fuck
Or maybe its from 2069, when we’ve developed the technology to send data to the past. You sent yourself a blank message as a test but as the email address you used to send it doesnt exist yet, it came up as no sender
Sneak peak of the 50th Anniversary
Every time i see this. Im reblogging it. Asdfghjkl.
i really jsut love this so much
I just died laughing!!
Alright, which one of you fuckers brought this back again?
Everybody calm down it’s just hot ice (sodium acetate) crystallizing around nucleation sites on his hand. You can make this shit yourself with like a liter of vinegar and four tablespoons of baking soda. He’s not exploding his hand.
ah, yes, as opposed to natural, organic genders harvested from the Gender Tree in the far-off, mystical Gender Land
free range gender
gluten free gender
I can’t believe it’s not gender
Fresh squeezed gender juice…genderfluid if you will.
Scrubs, teaching white people life lessons
can we please talk about this
# 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready - it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # 'she's gonna be fantastic' it reads in messy loopy handwriting # 'merry christmas' # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via)
sometimes i wonder how my life would’ve turned out if i hadn’t signed up for tumblr