Sup ladies, the name's Slim Shady.

liamdryden:

imagine being a Shellder in this scenario
imagine you’re just swimming around one day and you see something that looks pink and fleshy and appetising dip itself into your water
so you elect to take a bite, but OH SNAP it’s a Slowpoke tail
now you’re trapped as part of a symbiotic whole
you’re no longer a full Shellder
you’ll never grow up to be a Cloyster
you’ll never know life as anything else
do you even know life anymore?
are you still self-aware?
it’s hard to comprehend
especially when your entire brain is occupied by one single thought:
“SSSSSSLLLLOOOOOOOOOWWWWW…..”

imagine being a Shellder in this scenario

imagine you’re just swimming around one day and you see something that looks pink and fleshy and appetising dip itself into your water

so you elect to take a bite, but OH SNAP it’s a Slowpoke tail

now you’re trapped as part of a symbiotic whole

you’re no longer a full Shellder

you’ll never grow up to be a Cloyster

you’ll never know life as anything else

do you even know life anymore?

are you still self-aware?

it’s hard to comprehend

especially when your entire brain is occupied by one single thought:

“SSSSSSLLLLOOOOOOOOOWWWWW…..”

tessaviolet:

PREACH IT, JOSS.

I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.

“

—	Ryan O’Connell (via selfinspiration)

alittlebitridiculous:

laughingstation:

These are not chips.

They are crisps.

These are chips.

That is all.

we don’t care

#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS

THIS IS A VEGETABLE

BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA

These are chips

and these are chips too

That is all.

who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk

you win this round, canada.

Dying.

Dead.