theravennest:

rizaoftheowls:

hugh-danced-the-dancy:

leonardodiretardo:

i hate it when adults assume i’m on the internet all the time by choice. if i had enough money to travel around and etc, do you think i would be withering away my youth behind a computer screen you useless paperclip.

I dont think i have ever heard the term useless paperclip used as an insult before.

clearly you never tried to write a word document in the 90s

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been putting this off because I haven’t been in the best mood lately.

1. I have lovely hair and am proud of it

2. I love my voice, singing and screaming, there’s still work to be done

3. I am very kind to others

4. I have an inviting smile when I’m actually in a good mood

5. I am very creative and have a lot of potential

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.
High-res

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

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hadenxcharm:

pardonmewhileipanic:

bitchiel:

justaddtommy:

i think we’re out of ink

have you tried turning it on and off again

if i was the janitor, and i walked in on this, i would just quit

People don’t even use that phrase about plumbers having the worst jobs anymore. People who fix printers do.  Those people must be freakin’ genies, because printers always be doin’ shit like this. High-res

hadenxcharm:

pardonmewhileipanic:

bitchiel:

justaddtommy:

i think we’re out of ink

have you tried turning it on and off again

if i was the janitor, and i walked in on this, i would just quit

People don’t even use that phrase about plumbers having the worst jobs anymore. People who fix printers do.  Those people must be freakin’ genies, because printers always be doin’ shit like this.

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