dont trust people who dont keep their starter pokemon
Baby boy wants a bite of my cheesecake
Look how vicious Rottweilers are
Let me just be straight up and say that this is the tightest shit my ears have ever had the pleasure to experience.
More mash ups: music tag
at a restaurant while u high like
"can i order this"
"would you like a soup or a salad?"
"WHATS A SUPER SALAD"
My aspiration in life is to be as sarcastic as Louise.
I demand they make an anime and base a character off of me right now
WHATS THAT I HEAR? ANNOYING FEMALE SIDEKICK? REPORTING FOR DUTY SIR, AND READY TO DO…
…WHATEVER IT IS WE DO.
Did you really think you could make a series without including a villain?
THINK AGAIN YOU PREPPY LOOKIN’ KIDS
Time to go to work, beatrice! looks like troubles afoot!
YOU GUYS GOT ANY ROOM FOR A QUIRKY, HYPERACTIVE, COMIC RELIEF CYBORG ON YOUR LITTLE TEAM??
I actually really dig this cyborg character
And the villain is great too
favorite people → pete wentz: “Here’s to the kids. The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV…and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so. Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s). Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care. Here’s to the kids who speak their mind. Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that. Here’s to the kids. This one’s not for the kids, who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. It’s not for the ones who never got caught, but for the ones who always try and fall. This one’s for the kids who didn’t make it; we were the kids who never made it. The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys. Not for the kids who had all their joys. This one’s for the kids who never faked it. We’re the kids who didn’t make it. They say “Breaking hearts is what we do best,” and, “We’ll make your heart be ripped of your chest.” The only heart that I broke was mine, when I got My Hopes up too too high. We were the kids who didn’t make it. We are the kids who never made it.”
when teachers touch your shoulder