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We’re adults, but, like… adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via dutchster)

castiel-is-a-bluebird:

misscherry:

dernski:

iguanamouth:

iguanamouth:

gtfoyourcomputer:

iguanamouth:

iguanamouth:

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about a week ago i found this in a goodwill, one of those “grow in water” toys but

there’s no pictures of what might be inside besides the awful baby clipart, and i am insanely curious about whats actually in the egg 

15 hour adventure starting now

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9 hours in and there is a crack on the egg, i repeat, crack on the egg

what if it’s really not a baby and it’s a turd

WELL WE GON FIND OUT

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hour 23 WHAT THE FUFCK IS THAT

THE EGG CONTAINED SOME KIND OF ELDRITCH MONSTROSITY THAT IS NOT A BABY ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT

I JUST WENT AHEAD AND TOOK IT APART

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OH

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HOLY PISSING HELL

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MY CHILD

im peeing

ITS BACK

OMFG I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

compliment:

do you ever want to sleep for 14 years without waking up

reallylameblog:

trying to embarrass me is so unnecessary i do it to myself just fine