[previously in sassy chilton: (x)]

the-day-of-the-doctor:

I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO BELIEVE IN THESE PHOTOS BUT WHAT IF IT IS JUST A SEIZURE, I AM JUST KIND OF LIKE 

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how am I suppose to write my portfolio when theRE ARE MYSTERIOUS HANNIBAL STILLS FLOATING AROUND THE INTERNET AND IDK IF THEY ARE REAL AND HELP

lessmetamorebeta:

GOLLY FUCKING GOSH WHAT A NICE DAY FOR SURFING!

lessmetamorebeta:

GOLLY FUCKING GOSH WHAT A NICE DAY FOR SURFING!

We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)

insta-gramcracker:

when cats do the sticky out tongue thing all problems in life just disappear

Even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. And I’m dead.

Why do you weep. Did you think I was immortal?
Louis XIV’s last words (via vvhitehouse)