reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)
i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
Congratulations,
YOU JUST STABBED THEM AGAIN
i feel like that last comment should be accompanied by a bill-wurtz-style jingle
everyone hates orange until they actually see her in context. “oh it’s such an ugly color, too bright!” look at sunsets and autumn, look at campfires and deserts. she’s the most beautiful and special part of the scene. now apologize.
The thing about depression is that motivation is rare, so when it comes around you gotta ride it reverse cowgirl, bouncing up and down moaning and howling until it shoots a two weeks pent up load right up your stretched out hole and finally you have a clean room but it’s 2 am on a weeknight.
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
How the fuck does his have less than 200k after setting the internet on fire for months