Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

I look like I just had a haircut and it accidentally came out two shades away from Robert Lutece’s

like maybe if I straightened it and acted more sciency

and wasn’t wearing eyeliner

oh wait no he could totally rock that

dorodot:

if you mix an anything with tangela it looks either intrigued or really shocked

???

!

WHOA MAN BACK THAT SHIT UP

yooooo!

YOOOOOO

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(via stripesandteeth)

is there a non-sexual way to eat a lollipop

SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER AND EAT THE REMAINS

settle down there thor

(via weasley-detectives)

I was in Costa Rica for a month on a school expedition and we went up the side of an extinct volcano.

I came back down it rather quickly and not very elegantly.

not this one

executed a u-turn like a fucking ballerina on a well-oiled roulette table

Well, the point in my life in which I did care (and consequently tried to please everyone and ignore myself) led to me being severely depressed, but I suppose another factor is that I’ve had a few mad experiences that really put my mortality in perspective. Like, oh-so-that’s-what-they-meant-by-it-flashing-before-your-eyes perspective. Oh and I love reality and theories about it and basically all the evidence that we even are anything at all is absolutely impossible.

So… yes, when you keep in mind the fact that every next second is potentially your last and that it’s bloody marvelous that you even exist in the first place, you sort of start to give less of a damn about what the world thinks of something dumb and cute you drew at 3 in the morning because you wanted to.