So... In An Attempt To Make My Best Friend Watch The Sandman, I Created This Powerpoint

I’M ON TUMBLR. WE’RE ALL ON TUMBLR.

If the dark academia girlies learned about la CPGE they would lose their minds

Technoblade never dies. He lives on in our hearts and minds and memories.

Like the rest of you, I have been so sad and heartbroken and crying more tears than I thought I had. I felt like I had to make something to honor him. This post is no where near enough of a tribute to him, but it’s a start.

I love you so much, Technoblade. You were and will continue to be a huge influence on me. You changed my life, and I will always remember you.

Here is where you can donate to the Sarcoma Foundation of America

[Technoblade - ‘so long nerds’, Maya Angelou - ‘When I Think of Death’, Winnie the Pooh, Frostbyte Freeman on Twitter, Technoblade - ‘edgy teenager talks about the meaning of life - skywars’, Frank Sinatra - ‘My Way’, Mary Elizabeth Frye - ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’, Philza - ‘distractions’, Technoblade - ‘preparing for war (dream SMP).]

when your card declines at therapy so your therapist brings out Fate The Winx Saga

ego of a god

Duffer Brothers : We're going to make a character that is so bland-

Joe Quinn : Funky little queer boy. Does a little jig. Weirdo. Joe Keery looks great with his top off. D&D. Nerd. Good with kids. Rings.

Duffer Brothers : Wait, no, he's supposed to have a rivalry with Steve like Billy did and-

Joe Quinn : No. They're in a gay relationship now. That's his boyfriend. Big boy.

being alive is literally so embarrassing like omggg no haha dont look at me sorryy sorry my organs are functioning and my brain cells are communicating through electrical impulses i know its weird aha. again SOO sorry omg this is probably so awkward. sorry

the “pleasure to have in class” to overly active tumblr user pipeline

And we thank him for that

the fact eddie kept being flirty with steve was because joseph was letting his intrusive thoughts win.

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

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• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

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• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

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• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony

- Jill Thomas Doyle