Live and Love under Patooties' peculiar light
In case no one saw THE CARTOON end tag.
You’re welcome.
And you thought there couldn’t be any more stupid references.
UNBELIEVABLE.
(via deeceeoh)
cause if you separate it they can compost it
that’s kinda the point
that is so fucking dutch.
good
Territorially smaller countries do have a tendency for recycling :/
got called a racist because i didnt know what a luchador was
what’s that?????
they look like
(via flipywaterboy)
“Dipper and Mabel’s first name have a similarity, but I’m not telling you what”
Alright, place your bets. What’s Dipper’s first name?
Gonna bet all my turnips.
(Source: avocadoheadass, via dustytoonlink)
Fuck man what am I supposed to dream then?
Dream of drawing and getting my comics done? that shit’s not gonna be real when I wake up. Dreams are not productive.
Dream of going to a library to learn new things? the books pages are gonna be blank, they can only contain stuff I already know. Dreams are not educational.
Dream of eating my favorite foods? I’ll still be hungry when awake, and also having a craving that possibly can’t be fulfilled. Dreams do not sustain life.
Let me enjoy my fecking voluntary dopamine rushes alright? >:C
It’s like, being put in a first person videogame, with 3rd person camera options and the graphics don’t always render right, but mostly on the backgrounds.
I don’t usually remember them unless I can turn them into lucid ones tho.
Lately I’ve been using “random cosplayers out of nowhere” to identify the dream and when I do I can go lucid and… well… I mean… the cosplayers are there already so…. :T
Had a dream last night. Beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And she wanted to do something fun for me. And there was two more girls. Both bluenettes, one dressed in black, the other in red. With their hair reaching as far low as their skirts were high, the first in two tails, the other with none. A tantalizing visage of tights. Then I wake up. Same as it ever was.
ANYWAYS, tmi my tuesday or whatever - ~-
