During a hike a few years ago, I was, like, taking the proper tick precautions, tucking my pants into my socks, etc. and everyone was making fun of me for being so freaked about ticks, and later the topic of genie wishes came up and one of the girls there said, “I’d wish that ticks could fly so Newt would kill himself.”
I appreciate the concern, but I laughed so hard I almost threw up.
God forbid women do anything
I swear the new waves of refugees from Twitter better do better than the last ones.
This hellsite will not be twitterised and if I have to go bonkers and bring back 2012 tumblr myself I will pick up my goddamned horns, grey paints and hold on to my tardis.
Litterally straight up just Dave Strider
tic toc on the clock out here sucking cock
bad and naughty children get put in The Pear Wiggler to atone for their crimes
ot3:
nothing is scarier than seeing what the front page of YouTube looks like when you’re not logged in
Twitter users will not survive the winter