I Never Thought I Would Say This But Chomp Chomp Awoo The Fuck Away With Me, Brother

I would be so mad if this happened to me omfg

Hello.

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

it was so hard losing my liver but i had to move on, fam

“The hardest thing about moving forward is leaving something behind - and usually it’s a part of ourselves.”

— Unknown

Holy shit this is BEAUTIFUL???? LOVE IT!!! <3

"I FEAR NO MA--"

Okay but I know this one guy who does not have youtube on his phone. Straight up watches all his youtube videos on his safari browser. Like a PSYCHO.

Wanna finish that sentence?

STAY PETTY

listen when you lose an online art competition against your art rival sometimes you just gotta be mean about their art and not be judged for it and thats what big brothers are there for

way too funny not to reblog boi

big mama just sitting and waiting for the turtles in her office is honestly the funniest thing. she just sat there and let them destroy her office just so she could surprise them

no we do do that

or should i say..

..doodoo?

The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

oh Sanji. ohhhhhh sanji

Struggling to live in the world we made for ourselves, for each other! For we never made this world in the image of kindness. We never cemented these bricks with the intention to shelter one another.

We only wished to trap each other.

We built this world on lies to make it a climb for power. We slip poison into each others cups. We did not fall to the hand of an enemy, we fell subject to not being able to trust anybody at all to do the right thing, not even ourselves.

We made a world where only the strong prevail, and each day, we weaken each other in the lust for menial things.

We are the predator. With jeering claws, horrible fangs, and horrifiying speed. We pin down the most helpless of prey, tearing through its unloveable flesh and grinning the heck off our snouts when blood stains our paws, and you open your maw, flashing shark-like teeth at your victim,

the last thing they'll see before death and you-- and YOU--

But moments away from clamping them dead in a saw-like manner, you notice they have the same eyes as you. Same nose. Same facial structure. Same face. Just... scared.

And in the reflection of their eyes, you can see a glimpse of your own face. You look scared too.

...Scared of yourself.

We are the prey.

Will you do it? Will you hurt yourself in hunger for something more?

I know the blood warms your paws in a masochistic way that you may enjoy. But is that because no one ever held your hands?...

You poor thing...

I'm sorry it had to be this way.