How to Live Like a Kid Pretending to be an Adult

my thoughts exactly.

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 14:24:05 -0400

my thoughts exactly.

yellowfur: couldnt resist to draw them in that more cute style...

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 14:19:44 -0400

yellowfur:

couldnt resist to draw them in that more cute style :3

i think char is my fave here.

teacher: describe yourself in one word

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 14:15:34 -0400

teacher: describe yourself in one word
me: done

cuntable: Now. by prescience on Flickr.

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 19:49:59 -0400

cuntable:

Now. by prescience on Flickr.

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objectincreation: liggytheauthoress: vitalsigns-coldhands: sub...

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objectincreation:

liggytheauthoress:

vitalsigns-coldhands:

sub-maureen:

skeyi:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”

Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

Oh my God this is gorgeous but I am done

Somebody get this person a frigging Newbery Prize, I need a kleenex omg.

THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON AND THE COW AND THE MOON AND I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP :O

OH MY GOD TUMBLR I AM SO DONE WITH YOU

*dying right now*

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fuckyeahthespianpeacock: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqaHBfBS...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 13:03:07 -0400

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqaHBfBSSuc

That scene in Monsters Inc. where they sing “Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me” accurately applies to props that AREN’T YOURS WHEN YOU TOUCH THEM.

Submitted by curtainwarmers.

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