splantamello:

beeswarm17:

karkat-san:

karkat-san:

Why was Oedipus against profanity?

Because he kisses his mother with that mouth.

I’m getting really tired of these motherfucking jokes.

wait

Snort!

(Source: gymleaderkarkat)

(Reblogged from miss-pamela)

hils79:

exploding-pens:

SCREAM

AHAHAHAHA! NOPE!

HA!

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Arrived in today’s mail. I am absolutely chuffed! Thanks to the wonderful Derlaine.

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adi-fitri:

Rocket and Groot

OMG, perfection!

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wasonlymostlydead:

This was too cute and so sweet that it gave me diabetes.

Best. Thing. Ever.

wasonlymostlydead:

This was too cute and so sweet that it gave me diabetes.

Best. Thing. Ever.

(Reblogged from wasonlymostlydead)

trixiebobixie:

tabbystardust:

(Inspired by this post.)

Yes, please. 

I would watch the shit out of this!

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archivesofamericanart:

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right? Whenever you hit happy hour, give Charles Green Shaw’s daiquiri recipe a try (delivered in rhyme so you can more easily remember it). If rum is not your style, try one of the other 26 cocktail recipes in Shaw’s delightful manuscript (link below) - anyone for a Stinger? A Topsy? A Shock Absorber or a Silver Streak?

Charles Green Shaw’s Rhymed recipes, 193-?. Charles Green Shaw papers, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution.

Huzzah! I shall keep this and show it to bartenders that think a Daiquiri is made with a blender and have NO clue how to make the original, classic drink

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The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

I love this!

(Source: vondellswain)

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