Fake Your Death
June 2013
i like how some people on tumblr tell you nothing about their personal lives and remain a total enigma even after months of following them and then some other people on tumblr practically liveblog their farts
“Ah, Perry the platypus!”
“What an unexpected -“
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”
“You’re trapped!”
“By societal convention!”
“Look! We’re in a fine dining environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy restaurant!”
“That’s right. You’re trapped. Sit down.”
This show is fucking brilliant.
“I wonder if there’s porn of-“
there is
The angel Gabriel said unto his fallen brother, Lucifer “Though thou art my brother and I love you well, thou art nothing but a sack of loins”
And the fallen angel Lucifer was much enraged.
Chuck 5:19
A baby’s laughter is one of the most beautiful sounds you will ever hear. Unless it’s 3am. And you’re home alone. And you don’t have a baby.
imagine if
after donna died
after her funeral
when everybody was getting ready to leave
a mysterious tall man with a funky bow-tie walked up to her grave and placed a bouquet of forget-me-nots and that was the most anybody ever saw of him
this is not okay
then he stops about three tombstones away from hers and salutes the tombstone of Wilf Noble
