Amateur Detective Who Solves Crimes Out Of Curiosity And Then Just. Doesn't Bother To Tell Anyone The

Every day I wake up and have to live with the fact that I will never be able to go anywhere without being questioned on the nature of my existence and I'm Sick Of It

I had a horrifying realization the other day...

Everyone, meet Hatsune TemMiku, the underground's less-known star.

Maybe not quite as unsettling/unknown a fact, but everyone gets ship of Theseus'd every (roughly) seven-to-ten years.

hello tiny friends i keep in my pocket. tell me something I will find humorous but vaguely annoying

I mentioned Tumblr to a friend and he didn't know what it is. Is nature healing or have the old gods abandoned us? Find out next time on Lost.

Hear me out: a stereotypical zombie movie, but instead of having a ragtag band of teens or slightly unhinged adults, it's five different doctors and just this one guy™. There's a veterinarian, a dentist, an entomologist (who has a doctorate and thus insists upon being referred to as a doctor, thank you very much), a retired nutritionist, and two plastic surgeons (one of them got their license revoked for medical malpractice but both of them always insist that it's the other doctor; all of the other doctors are slightly unnerved by them), and finally you just have this one guy who is the physical personification of the name "Steve". He is incredibly strong for no reason other than that he was a stripper before the apocalypse hit. Thank you for coming to my TED talk-

So, I candied some orange peel today. Naturally, as a consequence due to the law of equivalent exchange, I have created a metric fuckton of orange simple syrup, and. . . this shit tastes exactly like fruitloops??? Why????

I need a hero right now (science side of tumblr)

Do you think that any politician had a Tumblr before they agreed to become one with the monopoly man and someone found it

"Hey, Mr. Politician, didn't you post about fanfic sex back in 2014 under the Moniker 'YourWaifusuc-"

*Muffled gunshots*

People always talk about busting kneecaps but never busting where eeby deebie with the horse plinko was on September seventh, two-thousand and thirteen.