katamammaries:

you may be wondering why i type so informally. well, you see i am 5 centimeters tall and i have to hop from key to key. it’s adorable.

(via ninjafujoshi)

sitcorn:

"yeah, everything’s fine, i just tucked your kid into bed. but can i cover up the clown statue in the corner? it’s freaking me out"

"what? we dont have a kid. take our clown statue and get out of the house right now"

(via scarycockles)

twentyonefighters:

Taxi Cab

"So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map 
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cap
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say:
We’re driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone.”


Please do not repost my art. Just reblog! Instagram is wordlesspainting

twentyonefighters:

Taxi Cab

"So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cap
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say:
We’re driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone.”


Please do not repost my art. Just reblog! Instagram is wordlesspainting