GPOY.
(via fuckyeahlizlemon)
I think the hair is starting to take over. Time for a haircut, methinks. (Taken with instagram)
Break out the X-acto knife. It’s project time. (Taken with instagram)
Bored in the ‘burbs. (Taken with instagram)
“I have a thousand things to say to you; but make haste and get in, for I long to be off.” -Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen.
And then I fucking died of laughter.
Peeta’s a baker’s son…
An hour later, Pavlov has finished the mopping up operation and invites you and your team to his temporary headquarters.
Oh my, I’m going to have a team. I Don’t know if that’s good or bad
Oedipus governed Thebes.
Sounds like someone with a complicated mother-son relationship. GREAT.
P.S. Read the reblog notes on this post if you need a good laugh.
(Source: thefuckwouldisaywhatfor)
Too bad “Dothraki” isn’t an actual word. (Taken with instagram)
For Greater Knowledge (via marklarson)
Found this while sorting newspaper clippings at work. And yes, I giggled at what someone from 2006 highlighted, because I am a child.
