By light and darkness cast aloft

discovergeneralmills:

hathatsfunny:

she said “bad dog!!!”

my dog is a good dog, you whore.

HAHAH

Thank you, internet

ryleymo:

sarcasmsign:

wildcity:

Normal people: Why wont it open!?
Me: Y U NO OPEN!!??

Normal people: I feel so lonely
Me: forever alone ..

Normal people: Ohh, I get it!
Me: OH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

Normal people: Lol, i dont care.
Me: Cool story bro.

Normal people: OMG, hot guy alert!!
Me: UNF!

Normal people: hahahahahahhaha, that’s funny!!
Me: hahahhaahaha, what is air??!

normal people: I’m so angry.
Me: FFFFFFFFFUUUUU

guilty of the 3rd and last one

replace Tumblr with 4chan

kevincorrigan:

Read More

http://www.artmetal.com/project/TOC/proces/cast/ag_cast.html

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/stove-top-mac-n-cheese-recipe/index.html

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/baked-macaroni-and-cheese-recipe/index.html

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/big-mike-burger-recipe/index.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-ruZ7zad8g

Upcoming Weeks are gonna be awesome

That sound I just textually suggested you to hear is me having a mini heart attack of happiness as I learned that Dark Horse will be providing the masses with controlled doses of Dr McNinja.

More info on the link:

http://www.comicsalliance.com/2010/10/08/adventures-of-dr-mcninja-dark-horse/

I don’t belong here. I would just as easily work for this place as i would destroy it. That would not be the case if i didn’t feel this ancestrally-etched loyalty, extending from my father’s fathers back into the deep unwritten history of humanity.

I hate it here, this isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing. I know that i don’t like this place, but i can feel that me being here is just wrong.

Most people wouldn’t get how this feels.

hammer in a nail with a screwdriver

move some dirt around with a hammer

maybe even water the plants using a shovel

Watch your feeling closely, catalog them as they spin your zealous passions in on themselves like a suicidal roller coaster: Those thrashing tremors that flood the limbs, the waves of angst that contort even the firmest poker-face, the voiceless scream into nothingness as one does what one is told.

Boiling blood, boiling psyche

Becoming something i wasn’t before,

something i never wanted to be.

One

There they are, my enemy behind the smokescreen, these fumes have made me blind. But to their horror, they will realize that they can touch my body but not my soul. 

Two

I see them and, pike in hand, will break their machines. Those who would want to usurp the mighty one and bring suffering to their brother will feel his cold ironic hand crushing their skulls.

Three

“And a great boulder fell from the sky” “and a holy one of the lord brandished a blade”

Let the one who rests behind the stars send the boulder and commission the blade, and i will provide the holy one and the brandishing.