I hate pain pills. At least I only have a couple days left of this set…
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS GIFSET MY ENTIRE LIFE
imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.
each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived
There’s a room in the tardis like this.
It’s not an argument worth having and nothings going to change either way.
What have I gotten myself into?
ALL THE TIME.
That and I don’t have a family anymore I think, outside Amanda and the kids. Good thing my dad’s birthday dinner is tomorrow, haven’t really seen him since Christmas.
I hate that my only free time is in the middle of the night between days I work =/
so i was eating some of those sugary gross conversation hearts. (they were on for $1 at work) and I was reading them.
they say like ‘cool’ and ‘ur cute’ and then suddenly
I think the factory workers need help
I think they want us to pick up where they left off
dad went to the factory…he hasnt been home in a few days
why do we always end up here
"To my buddy who said I’d never host the Tonight Show. You owe me $100."
Jimmy collects on his $100 bet with friends like Robert De Niro, Lady Gaga, Tina Fey, Tracy Morgan, Mike Tyson, and more.
call us brutal, sick, sadistic, and grotesquely optimistic
‘cause way down deep inside we’ve got a dream!
WHY IS THIS GIF SET NOT AROUND MORE?!
I like that they’re all so supportive of one another, but still decide to crack in skulls when they get mad.
Such good friends.
This is like, the opposite of that scene from High School musical where the guy admits he plays the cello
my music taste literally goes from punk rock to disney film soundtracks
Thinking about everything going on odd both depressing and exciting at the same time. And it sucks =/
*prepares party popper*
*nervously shakes the party popper*
*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*
*has a wonderful night with the party popper*
*gets married to the party popper*
It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.
My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"
what the actual fuck