fucked up kid

the only place that could make me feel

polyglotplatypus:

Were you expecting an inspiring comic about body positivity or something?
Sorry, this is just about how cool pansexuality is

You can’t expect me to draw 2 serious comics in a row, now, can you?

(via 3-eyed-garnet)

jackhoward:

howdy-michaela:

didn’t think anyone had done this yet, & thought this was appropriate and really funny

I applaud you

  • Writers: *hints at a possible romantic relationship between Hannah and Castiel*
  • Destiel Shippers: I'D RATHER HAVE MEGSTIEL
  • Megstiel Shippers: I'D RATHER HAVE DESTIEL
pizzaismylifepizzaisking:

ultrafacts:

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Capone prided himself as a man with style. If he ever killed someone himself, or one of his henchmen killed an important person, hundreds of dollars worth of flowers was sent to the funeral. In one fight between Capone’s men and another gang, an innocent woman was shot, not fatally, and required hospital treatment. Capone personally paid for all the hospital fees. He also would pay for all children’s hospital bills when he visited.

pizzaismylifepizzaisking:

ultrafacts:

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Capone prided himself as a man with style. If he ever killed someone himself, or one of his henchmen killed an important person, hundreds of dollars worth of flowers was sent to the funeral. In one fight between Capone’s men and another gang, an innocent woman was shot, not fatally, and required hospital treatment. Capone personally paid for all the hospital fees. He also would pay for all children’s hospital bills when he visited.

(via ultrafacts)

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland, via cumberbabeswillrise)

intrauterine:

"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

(Source: thissickwonderland, via cumberbabeswillrise)