sequinoxed:

There’s is a wheeled alarm clock available named “Clocky”, it runs away and hides and you need to get you out of bed to stop its ringing.

Need this.

I would catch this thing and dismantle it more for the reason to take something neat apart, rather than to learn how it flees.

orionfalls:

I’M CRYING

demgainzzz:

muahahahha 

tedonik:

0rdinarykid:

I forgot to cat

Decided to dog.

mr-egbutt:

thekingofvikings:

trainerjessikawantstobattle:

Pokemon X/Y is going to be set in France.

Yay! We can finally run from trainer battles!

smokie-and-co:

sketchythought:

traceexcalibur:

a story about a girl and boy who fall in love with each other at first sight and then the boy reveals he’s an incubus come to steal her soul and then she reveals she’s a succubus trying to steal his and they laugh and go get drinks together

That’s actually the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen today. 

10/10 would read again

I’d love to read that actually. O:

sirderpington:

i hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited

radoherty:

opening-a-shop:

nowealth-noruin:

serverussnape-always:

• Is that John Green
• Is it meaningful or is BBC just too cheap to buy other props
• Sherlock fandom u ok
• Can you spot the vegan
• Was that a hipster post or Doctor Who
• Is it night bloggers or just the Australians

Hardmode:

• Is it the Australian night bloggers

The new nerve wrecking

• Did I or did I not press anon
• Are they mad or just too busy to reply

You forgot ” is it an actual supernatural line or not”

beben-eleben:

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.”