death of a bachelor is a good song
it’s a song about a dude being fucking stoked to marry his fiance and poking fun at the ‘marriage is the end right fellas’ culture by saying ‘guess ill die then! worth it!’ and i think that’s neat
last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again
nothing to lose. :))
Let’s hope
Why not? :)
*crossing fingers*
pretty much^^^^
i got nothing to lose. (:
Last time i did this my wish came true.
Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss
please work omg
looks fun lol
please
IT SERIOUSLY WORKED
Well, i got nothing to lose, might as well try it
This shall be interesting😌
I really need this.
lets do this lol
My wish came true last time, so Imma do it again lol
i love seeing this on my dash omg
IM PRAYING MAANNNNNN !
I could use a miracle, so here goes…
Right. Doing it. Why not?
I didn’t die yet this is Bullshit
It hurts. It never stops hurting. Life as a Guardian is not easy. The battles, the responsibility. We’re still just like everyone else. We get angry, scared, upset, we fall in love, and we die. The older Guardians they have fits of rage sometimes. Throwing things yelling to the air. Crying deep into the night. Inadequacies plague their mind. If I was better would they still be alive? Holding on to pieces of those lost. Carrying their dead body out of the firefight. Their ghost gone. You won’t let the enemy have them. When you make a mistake and you survive, but your team didn’t. Tears in battle that shimmer a hot magma red. A fierce electric blue. A passionate killer purple. Your own light going haywire as you recall your old friends. Your first fireteam… some times teams split…. because the glue went and got himself killed. Every time you see each other the pain comes back. Teams that are no longer composed of the original members. But share the teams name. Teams that form because they’re all that’s left. On the base of the tower. There is a wall. On this wall has etchings of the names of every known guardian lost. Along this wall are mementos. Knife carvings. Poems and prayers. Holes where a grieving Titan punched “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME YOU RECKLESS IDIOT” can be heard often through the tears. Each guardian grieves different. Me? How do I grieve? I put myself into art. And let myself bury it all. I can’t be sad when many look up to me.
Anonymous asked:
taylortut answered:
tony: hey, want a stick of gum?
peter: sure! *puts the gum in his mouth, then expressionlessly opens his mouth and lets the gum fall onto the floor*
tony:
peter: what the fuck was that
I’m crying
cats are so fake like they’re theoretically related to apex predators and yet they weigh 8 pounds, sleep 20 hours a day, and scream if you feed them half an hour later than usual
I deeply sympathize because I also like to sleep an unreasonable amount and yell when hungry.
incidentally, you are also an apex predator
apex predators are over-hyped, we’re all just tired and whiny.
Reblog if you, too, are tired and whiny.
