Holy Temple. FUCKING LAME.
Better than Dark Death. No one would listen to Dark Death.
Hell’s Angels. I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.
(Source: xhell-on-high-heelsx)
There is that special moment when you stop hating everything about that one person that has not changed since high school, and you start feeling sorry for them.
Poor thing.
(Then you also realize that Tumblr is the only place for vague, morbid statuses.)
(Source: stupickles)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
…..breath.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
(Source: perfectbucketlist, via perfectbucketlist)
No, Michael Bublé. No. Please pass on that chance for a life changing experience to one of the starving student Canuck fans who are too poor to go to games and who would like to dress up and pretend that they can actually skate. Namely me. ‘Preciate it.
(Source: shaneobrien55)
Being the host of Drinking Made Easy is my dream job. Oh wait, I forgot I’m no fun and too busy with my bird and going to sleep before 9 to drink.
(Source: arianajaynesellers)
“poutine” with short ribs, truffles, jack cheese and veal jus on fries
photo by budgetbougie
Because I take all of my predictions on how the game is going to go through various Kesler gifs. By the looks of this, it’s going to be a good night.
(Source: selectives)
I am going to take a moment to be a keener now…
Got the majority of my grades for this past semester back and I can’t help but feel annoyed with them. Not in the sense that I feel that they were unfair, or that I could have done any better, but I think it is just based on the fact that I still hang on to those high school years where anything lower than an A meant death.
I got straight A-’s across the board this year (still waiting on English, though anything lower than an A in the class that is the basis for what I want to do for a living is out of the question) but I still feel like that lame kid in school who bitches about anything below an A.
My GPA is still 3.7, but why can’t it be 4. These are the things I think about when I have spare time on my hands.
