Anyone wanna take bets on how long it’ll take before people start shipping them?
link is actually kinda cute
and so is quote
i ship chat and video
I don’t know look at the way video is looking at audio…
Welcome to tumblr where everything is shippable including tumblr itself.
text and chat though, that’s where it’s all att
excuse u, text and photo, u can’t argue
Shipping Text and video, audio & quote
Chat and Video, Text and Quote. Deal with it.
text and audio :P
I feel like no one wants to talk to me
This is boring I’m gonna go play with Dracul (my dragon).
If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.
I feel like the above GIF is an accurate description of who we are and what we do here.
Tumblr is my second family. God bless all you beautiful people x
actually Tumblr is my first family, those ppl who live in the same house as me are the second
*the same …I noticed a mistake there its the same not as sane
So this is officially adorable.
AKA: the most paranoia-inspiring phrase any artist hears ever.
Just Be Friends ❤// Edit ❥
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
Please ask me stuff! You can ask anonymously too! I really just want to talk to someone :(
(May easily gets lonely)