this shoe looks like its gonna lead to some broken big toes

I have nothing constructive to add. I love Karl Urban. I need more people to love Karl so that they stop cancelling all Urban-Replenishment-Media. My crops need me to get my Karl fix

but seriously, when i saw the casting my third thought after “holey smokes they cast a black ariel!” and “ugh white people” was “who will play the sisters!!” 

i cant take hot baths because they trigger my migraines. most of my baths have to wait for warm weather so i can douse my self in the cool waters. also baths are more bong friendly, shower keeps wettin my lighter.

Years ago went with friends to see wolf creek, definitely not a kidflick. Whole family, including young kids, sits in front of us. The entire time we were there the adults were passing a crying child from person to person. We ended up just leaving and getting refunded. These days I’m not naive enough to expect…

my vacations are weird as hell but that’s probably on account of the drugs. 

the loop trope is actually my favorite. its just so nightmarish but a lot of comedy can be drawn from the situation.

all brown folk are the same yaknow

ritualistic purpose = we don’t really know

i would for sure watch extended episodes. 

my guess is the term “fire code” came up, this is the number one reason i have been told i need to stand in situations where there is no seating available. a better more human response would have been to try and find her a place to sit but we live in an authoritarian hellscape. 

thankfully me neither! but im very selective about who i follow, so booyah?

i misread this the first time through and was really concerned that you had a 12 year old for a boyfriend and he was cutting your Levi’s

as far as im concerned the movie(i am legend) ended when the dog died.

its such an edgy preteen idea of punk. “im a contrarian, i do what ever.”

Willful ignorance. as long as he stays unknowing he can continue i his blase mindset. my cousin is like this, just drinks beer and complains about shit he never tries to change.

its the subtle everyday stuff that scares me. the fact that we don’t have a front fence so randos can totally walk right up to my bedroom window from the street, and the fact that my street is along edge of steep bluff with a slight turn in the road so people often overcorrect and veer into the trees on both sides. so…

my guy is very “sensative”. he doesn’t like thinking of it as “psychic”, instead its more like he has hyper perceptiveness and picks up on and can process information in a way that makes him super creepy if your unfamiliar with it. he will make statements to me, and years later they come up in the news, with uncanny…

i wrote a will in highschool, but i was just dillying out my earthly possessions to people. 

seriously! i was like wondering when the tape was going to come back into the story. we got red herringed!