That thing where you’re sitting around thinking about vocal ranges and you suddenly remember that G above high C you had to hit in high school and you wonder where the fuck your voice went.

I miss my guy. I miss being cuddled and talking about stupid things and laughing and hearing him breathe as he slept. But I also really really really miss seeing his big, brown eyes looking up at me while my cock was in his mouth.

and none for Katy Perry, bye.

jonasfiel:

hidekiryuga:

These stupid young kids need to get off my lawn!!!!!

Whoever’s in charge of Earth’s self-destruct button, it’s go time.

bbismyname:

I’m so fucking classy

Scott: So if Bertie Botts really has every flavor, does that mean they make a butthole one?
Me: This one tastes familiar, but I just can’t quite put my finger on it…

one of the best scenes of all time.

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