When you get shouted at for accidentally doing something bad
to all the people with shitty mums i want to make it known that i am your mum now
you are a 20 year old male
- I
- AM
- YOUR
- MOTHER
- NOW
u know how when ur a kid u think things like âman if i were my parents id buy nothing but chocolate pudding and tubs of sour cream to eat with a spoon and no one could stop me!!! these guys are wasting their fucking grown up powersâŠâ
imagine if ur body, like ur cells n shit, thought that way about ur brain cuz it has all the control. like what sort of shit do u think ur thigh meat thinks about. what would your mitochondria do if they had control over the body?
u think ur kidneys r sittin there like âman if i was in charge, everything would be way better⊠first of all i would NEVER stop eating cranberriesâ
The Last Words Of Famous Writers
When youâve dedicated your life to words, itâs important to go out eloquently.
- Ernest Hemingway: âGoodnight my kitten.â Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
- Jane Austen: âI want nothing but death.â In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
- J.M Barrie: âI canât sleep.â
- L. Frank Baum: âNow I can cross the shifting sands.â
- Edgar Allan Poe: âLord help my poor soul.â
- Thomas Hobbes: âI am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,â
- Alfred Jarry: âI am dyingâŠplease, bring me a toothpick.â
- Hunter S. Thompson: âRelax â this wonât hurt.â
- Henrik Ibsen: âOn the contrary!â
- Anton Chekhov: âI havenât had champagne for a long time.â
- Mark Twain: âGood bye. If we meetââ Spoken to his daughter Clara.
- Louisa May Alcott: âIs it not meningitis?â Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
- Jean Cocteau: âSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.â
- Washington Irving: âI have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?â
- Leo Tolstoy: âBut the peasantsâŠhow do the peasants die?â
- Hans Christian Andersen: âDonât ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.â
- Charles Dickens: âOn the ground!â He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
- H.G. Wells: âGo away! Iâm all right.â He didnât know he was dying.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: âMore light.â
- W.C. Fields: âGoddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!â âCarlottaâ was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
- Voltaire: âNow, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.â When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
- Dylan Thomas: âIâve had 18 straight whiskiesâŠI think thatâs the record.â
- George Bernard Shaw: âDying is easy, comedy is hard.â
- Henry David Thoreau: âMooseâŠIndian.â
- James Joyce: âDoes nobody understand?â
- Oscar Wilde: âEither the wallpaper goes, or I do.âÂ
- Bob Hope: âSurprise me.â He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
- Roald Dahlâs last words are commonly believed to be âyou know, Iâm not frightened. Itâs just that I will miss you all so much!â which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered âow, fuckâ
- Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be âI do not believe in my death,â but instead, they were actually, âWhere is my clock?â
- Emily Dickinson:Â âI must go in, the fog is rising.â
Tag yourself. Iâm HG Wells.
Iâm Voltaire
Iâm Roald Dahl
human brain: sometimes we need to do boring things with no gratification or immediate benefit
monkey brain: absolutely not. die

Jikuu Tenshou Nazca –
æç©șè»ąæăăčă« (1998)Uh no thatâs fucking Malcom in the Middle donât lie to me
Rainbow Road
Director and photographer Daniel Mercadante in his free time creates rainbow pathways using light and long exposure.Â
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