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youngstero:

my first thought this morning was “count olaf should have been more thoroughly checked by social services”

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I hate my friends

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lokis-army-at-221b:

wingsofjusice:

youknowwhat-kissme-cas:

lunaticphan:

So my driving instructor texted me, and I was walking so I just typed ‘Ok’ and hit send and then I looked at it and was like WHAT

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But as it turns out, my friends are entirely responsible for turning ‘Ok’ into a shortcut. 

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Cry

but what did your driving instructor say

WHAT DID HE SAY

THIS IS NOT A FUN CLIFFHANGER

152,000 people want to know what your teacher responded.

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If you don’t reblog this, then you hate Harry Potter.

ramblingsofanitwit:

dean-has-a-wing-kink:

harrypotternextgenerationfreak:

mylifeisleamichele:

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I’m obligated as a resident of Earth

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FOREVER REBLOG

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well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I? 

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I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/

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FOREVER REBLOG

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Who wouldn’t reblog this?

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Well that escalated quickly…. <3

I have to reblog this I’ll feel wrong if I don’t

I have to.

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(Source: lonelyelectrahearts, via the-perks-of-reblogging-you)

heyheyamanda:

tuckateer:

whizzbees:


Currently drinking: The best Butterbeer I have ever tasted.



this is IMPORTANT

File this under: Very Important Things

heyheyamanda:

tuckateer:

whizzbees:

Currently drinking: The best Butterbeer I have ever tasted.

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this is IMPORTANT

File this under: Very Important Things

princass:

life is tough when you’re a lazy perfectionist who simultaneously doesn’t give a shit about anything but at the same time cares too much about everything you feel

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  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!

(Source: stannisbarathcon, via the-perks-of-reblogging-you)

fluent-in-lesbianism:

MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING.

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