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@racc-attack

the ghost of my dead brother: it would be my turn on computer... if I wasn't aborted... me: fuck off dude you died in a car crash everyone saw it

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I love her soo much!!!!

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The autopsy theater near the morgue in the basement of New Orleans Charity Hospital.

Made by velvetxglove

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The older you get the more you will realize that your friends are people who have made mistakes and bad decisions and even just fucked up and hurt people.

And obviously your boundaries with your friends are completely up to you but you do need to recognize that if you cut off everyone who has done something wrong, you’re going to end up with no friends (and you yourself will have also fucked up in your life, and not lived up to those impossible standards either).

I’ve found it’s much more constructive to learn how to say “hey dude, that was massively fucked up of you,” because most people are really willing to say “yeah, it was, I need to work on it/not do it again/apologize and make things right” ESPECIALLY if they are hearing it from you as their friend.

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00w00

by ponymoe on twitter ^^

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Urgent care is a very funny name for it because they do not treat you with any urgency nor do they care

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@fish-ish

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"what were you born yesterday" i was actually and shame on you for tricking a little baby i hope they slice open the flesh all across your body and rub dirt and salt into the wounds

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90% of my problems would be solved if i stopped over-thinking and being anxious about everything & calmed the fuck down

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So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

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"tumblr humor is only funny to tumblr users" NOT true. those bitches on pinterest love us.

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Walter Molino

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went to the dentist today, they told me im gonna die in 3 hours