theswedishelf:

lawbreaker13:

theswedishelf:

lawbreaker13:

theswedishelf:

lawbreaker13:

ineedtostopchangingmyusername:

lawbreaker13:

dreamsanddabs:

lawbreaker13:

hzs-modblog:

little-rat-bastard:

venusisfortransbians:

meathorse:

your heart is a muscle the size of a rat

SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS

Your brain’s about four times the size of a cat’s

SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS


Your lungs can hold 5.5 liters of air

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

The soles of your feet can never grow hair

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

SPONGEBOB…

SQUAREPAAAAAAAANTS

*~deedlee-doot-dee-doot doo-oot~*

a bop, a banger, and a jam are all different

walkingdorito:

ororosmunroe:

insomniac-arrest:

but you have to feel the difference in your heart

a bop is something light or something you casually enjoy. you don’t mind it/it’s cute in the moment. 

a banger is something goes hard (some times unnecessarily) can invoke deep emotions. can fizzle out after some time has passed. 

a jam is something that can be considered as nostalgic. it is a song that is a personal anthem, no matter what you are going through you just respond to it. it is immortal. 

rungler:

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
Shes coming in twelvethirty flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say,
Hurry, boy, its waiting there for you.
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do whats right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure whats deep inside
Frightened of this thing that Ive become
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Hurry, boy, shes waiting there for you.
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

dopeluminarydreamer:

numberlover1729:

one-time-i-dreamt:

xxxamethystrosexxx:

andthenrealitycrashesthrough:

*sees post on tumblr*

Every damn time. 

This even happens to me from time to time because over the course of running this blog, I went through thousands and thousands of submissions and I apparently do not remember all of them so I’ll see some older submission on my dash and get confused or worried for a good few seconds until I see my icon and realize, ah, that’s just me, phew. 

@one-time-i-dreamt so, you’re telling us that the person who RUNS the freaky dream blog forgets to read the user name?!? I feel better now

The fact that one-time-i-dreamt is scared of her own posts is weirdly reassuring