You Know What Time It Is.

happy birthday someone

Please appreciate this piece of garbage I spent like two hours on.

(I don’t do these type of posts often but- )

Reblog to give our Sad Dad protagonist a hug

Pete, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Patrick: Are you okay?

Pete: Mikey stole my fucking garlic bread.

Starting a Cult

Reblog to join.

We’ve got snacks.

things i never expected to learn through a tedtalk but now am glad to know:

the founder of Sirius XM radio is a sapphic trans woman and is currently trying to preserve her wife’s consciousness in a digital file so her wife can be immortal in the body of a robot.

Panic! At the Disco Rehearses

Perhaps you recognize the song?

this is so throam

if you see someone being interrupted in a conversation, acknowledge them, don’t let them be pushed to the side. if you see someone lagging behind, walk beside them. if someone is being ignored, take the step to include them. always remind people of their worth. it hurts when it feels like you’re being forgotten. that small gesture can mean a lot.

Mikey: So do you have any pets?

Pete: *remembers Mikey likes sensetive guys* A cat.

Mikey: What’s its name?

Pete: *remembers Mikey also likes tough guys* Missle Launcher.