“At least devils danced. All the angels ever seemed to do was cry.”— K.F. Gecko (via katefullergecko)
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
Beethoven — Fur Chiken
#this is the first time for me where i can DEFINITELY identify my last 2 brain cells in a tumblr post (via legionofpotatoes)
UNMUTE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
the lip syncing has me shook to absolute death
one time i went to see my grandma in the hospital when she was just waking up from surgery and the first thing she said (really feebly) was “neil… what does… your shirt say” and i had to say “skate and destroy” in front of the nurse and my whole family