corgiaddict:

corgisandboobs:

The official “Feels good, man” Corgi picture.

Nice placement of the shells. There will be sand in this human’s house for weeks to come. 

If I didn’t want a corgi before, I sure as hell do now.

ska-tterbrained:

I NEVER HAD TO KNOCK ON WOOD!

I am on skype with tim and he just helicoptered me for like two minutes before I even noticed.

Love.

First quiet moment all day.

So what do I immediately do?

Blast Fall Out Boy.

LIVE HARD.

There’s a music festival happening RIGHT outside my room, and it’s a collection of amateur DJ’s who don’t know how to blend music together and really bad musicians.

Seriously, this girl has been singing in a monotone for like two hours now. I woke up to a guy on drums who didn’t know how to keep time.

I’m being punished for something. I know it.

badtvblog:

Hard as a motherfucker let these ni**as know who I am.

I JUST WANT TO GO THERE.

Juror #8: Ever since you walked into this room, you’ve been acting like a self-appointed public avenger! You want to see this boy die because you personally want it, not because of the facts! You’re a sadist! — 12 Angry Men (1957)

I did this show! I said that line! I was Henry Fonda!

askdjf;aslkjdf good times.

I got new shirts.

And I look super hot.

WHAT NOW.

ionosphere-negate:

jimfaindel:

codexana:

merrinator:

betachan:

pundercracker:

beesinmypants:

tardiscrash:

othetasigmao:

sithholocron:

Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Professor X) asks us about the letter B.

Because I need this on my blog

Best thing.

Perfect

This video is literally the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the name Patrick Stewart these days. It’s replaced Picard.

Why am I so amazed by this video and this gentleman.

This is the most glorious thing I’ve seen all day

Uriel Septim teaches us the ways.

Bless you Patrick Stewart.

Bam to behold, a public bulletin board, built of both brilliance and barbarity by bastards with boners. This bastion, no mere bulwark of boredom, is a brutal barrage of blistering bullshit, barely benevolent… but behind the bigotry and boobs, beyond the bitter broadcasts of bragging buffoons: here be the body politic. A brotherhood of blasphemy, blessed with more balls than brains, battling the bland, the bogus, the benign. Bedlam? Bring it on. But I babble… better to be brief.

You may call me B.

Hah.

This is the coolest.

I miss my brother. We’re seven years apart and we’ve never been all that close, but lately him and I have been having late night conversations and he actually is taking an interest in what I’m doing in my life.

I would never tell him though.

Because that would make him too happy. He’s still my brother, and I have to make him at least a LITTLE miserable.

Things I should be doing today:

-starting two essays that are due on Wednesday and Thursday

-shower (I smell bad)

-show off my new shirts that I bought

-get pretty because I need a pick me up

-stop watching RuPaul (ya right)