and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
life after death
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT
this is the first thing that’s made me feel ok about death
when they were prepping me for the surgery the nurse put one of those cloth hats over my head to keep the hair out of my face
she said “here’s your party hat”
and i was already trippin balls so I said
and wiggled around on the table like a gleeful slug
i think about this post sometimes and it makes me grin like a dope
at this point, i think marvel owes us a scene in the next avengers movie where natasha is like wHERE WERE ALL OF YOU?
"it was serious, clint"
"yeah but i had a thing"
"PEOPLE DIED, CLINT.”
in an alternate scenario: clint is like “WELL YEAH I WAS BUSY. DID YOU HEAR ABOUT ALL OF EURASIA GETTING WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH” “…no?” “YEAH. YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THAT.”
Basically I want Clint to be like this
male teachers arent allowed to dress code female students anymore at my school because somebody pointed out that if they had been dress coded for their shorts/skirt being too short or their bra showing by a male teacher, that meant said male teacher was looking at her ass and boobs i am laughing my fucking ass off
where is the lie tho