how in holy fuck do you not like hawaiian pizza i’m seriously gonna call the police
LISTEN UP DICK NERD. THINGS U PUT ON PIZZA INCLUDE: TOMATO, CHEESE, MEAT, SOME VEGGIES (NOT LIKE CARROTS BUT LIKE ONIONS) AND THATS IT. DONT FUCKIN PUT FRUIT ON PIZZA. FUCKIN
brooke tomatoes are fruits
FUCK YOU
tumblr user failedtextpost lives up to their name
this isn’t even my post u poop
tumble has been boguh t by yahooie. sherlockinas grab your jawns. supernaturlies grab the peppe r and ketchup. doctorwhoians get your time screwdriving. avengings regro up. we will not lose this war
dear diary,
i finally got to 15 followers on tumblr. i’m trying really hard to not let the fame get to my head but it’s difficult. today some lady at the supermarket asked me if i wanted paper or plastic bags and i just f*****cking lost it i am too famous for her questions. i can’t believe i haven’t been asked to do a magazine cover yet. i feel like it is coming soon.
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
I am writing this for all the people that are thinking of committing suicide so please read.
On Tuesday 13th March I made an impulse decision to end my life, I overdosed on paracetamol at 10:30pm. I ended up in hospital because I got so ill, I was in excruciating pain but I felt like I had to pretend I wasn’t because my family were there sitting beside me and I never felt so guilty, I wanted to make sure they thought I was okay because it broke my heart to see them that way. I was put on a drip for a couple of days, and it was horrible, I wasn’t able to sleep because I kept having nurses and doctors checking on me and taking my blood, and the line from the drip didn’t allow me to move my arm. Everytime I moved I threw up, and because I had to drink chalk in the ambulance it meant that it was extremely painful and black, until they pumped me with more drugs which sent me to sleep. I quite quickly recovered and got to go home, but what I’m trying to say is that if you’re thinking of overdosing DON’T you won’t die, you’ll just be in pain for ages then and afterwards. I’m still struggling to walk and my stomach and liver hurt so much, so I have to deal with all the questions and lie to my best friends about what happened, so I don’t have to see the hurt in their eyes like I did in my families. I will never forget the cry I heard from my sisters room. It still haunts me, and will forever. So please think before you do anything. People care. I care, and I’m always here for anyone.
In the first picture I was so weak I couldn’t even talk, I couldn’t move and it was hard to breathe. I have to admit that it was really scary and I dont want anyone else to go through that.
(I’m sorry if some of my friends have found out about this over here, but I would really appreciate it if you kept it on tumblr and no one else found out…thank you)
This happened on my birthday. I knew there was a reason I wasn’t enjoying my day.
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
should we just get everyone on tumblr to post the werdest shit we have to scare away yahoo
im looking at you Sherlock fandom.
here we come
bring the crack au’s
supernatural fandom you’re up next guys
Whovians, make your move
