Yeah No I Gave Up On That One Brother

one time i told my two little sisters (now 11 and 8) that doing the worm would summon rabbits (because they really wanted a bunny but their parents get them one). the younger immediately knew it was bullshit but the older one spent the entire summer doing the worm everyday. and now she’s freakishly good at it. i’m talking like at least a foot and a half off the ground.

i don’t know who jerma is but i feel like i’m too deep in the sauce to ask now. i’ve already been seasoned for the soup and the waters boiling. it’s too late.

me, drinking pineapple juice: I wonder who had the idea to put pineapple juice in drinkable cans my sister, staring ominously into the distance: god

when i started fantasy high i thought i’d relate to fig the most but here i am with the little goblin man.

Paint me like one of your French girls

you were a mcr, fob, p!atd, 21 pilots emo

i was a bvb, ptv, sws, atl emo

we are not the same

What the sneef? I'm snorfin' here!

nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post

does coughing for like five straight minutes count as a good enough ab workout for today

MoM spoilers

it is said that the book of vishanti gives someone exactly what they need to defeat their enemy. doctor strange and america were looking for something material and concrete, something to give them an answer, a weapon, guidelines, something more than just the two of them.

i didn’t notice until my second watch, but when wanda destroyed the book, there was one page that stuck out. it shriveled up and floated away, as if saying “hey look at me!”

what was on that page? a star

what’s america’s symbol? a star

she was all they needed all along. and she was ultimately what saved them and the world and the multiverse.