No one informed my hair the #80s ended.
#PinkHair #Selfie

No one informed my hair the #80s ended.
#PinkHair #Selfie

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

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jetn:

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*prepares party popper*


*nervously shakes the party popper*


*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*


*has a wonderful night with the party popper*


*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.
Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.
"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck



why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

kinghanalister:

carryonmy-assbutt:

fingersareoptional:

jetn:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

fingersareoptional:

*prepares party popper*

*nervously shakes the party popper*

*slowly falls asleep with the party popper*

*has a wonderful night with the party popper*

*gets married to the party popper*

It’s a beautiful evening in February. My wife and I are sitting at the fireplace, when suddenly a terrible image appears on the screen of my computer.

My wife looks at me. As I look in her terrified, cardboard eyes, filled with tears, she takes a deep breath, before saying with her shivering voice “It’s what you’ve always wanted, dear. Do it.” My hands start shaking and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. “I can’t, honey. I’m not like that anymore.” “I will do it.” a small voice behind us says. As I turn around, my eyes cross with my son; our son. “You don’t have to do this, Benedict.” I say, as I hold his hands.

Ignoring what I told him, young Benedict Popper-Are Optional holds my wife’s cardboard body in one hand, and her long, beautiful string in the other. With tears in my eyes, I turn my head away. A loud pop sounds behind me and I watch in terror as I see my wife’s confetti spread across the room.

"It’s what you’ve always wanted, dad…" my son says, putting his small, cardboard hand on my shoulder. "Yes," I say, "but not like this… Never like this…"

what the actual fuck

why is there fan art

nevermind that why is their son lettuce

Ahhhhhhh

I found a perfect career and it’s real and achievable!

I’ve always loved the idea of psychology and wanted to do some sort of counselling, until seeing a counsellor once and realising that all they do is sit there and nod.
What would suit me great is being able to assess a persons mentality whilst being allowed to tell them what to do.
AND THAT’S A REAL THING :D

Neuro-Linguistic Programming.

I’ve always been awesome at thinking positively and get a real kick out of making others do the same. And now I can do it as a job!

I can’t explain how exciting this is. I genuinely thought I’d just do what I was doing until I was old and gross then open a bar. Which is a fun idea but not something I’ve ever had a passion for.
AHHHHHH :D :D :D


Even better… I’ve found the course I need… It’s only in fucking Inverness! And, it’s a 5 days residential module, 4 week holiday, 5 more days, 4 week holiday, 5 more days then done.
AND they run every few months so I can save up and do it when I’m ready.
AND it’s less than 3 grand.


I’ve been chatting to random people in Inverness overt t’internet so I’ll know people when I get there. I’ve even got someone to view a flat for me today :D
THE only flat so far to allow the cats.
AND it’s near the city centre.
AND it’s cheap.
AND it’s nice.
AND I can get sky there with decent broadband.


AND AND AND I’ve earned well decent money over the weekend. Meaning I just might get to go see my Asia in Bristol next weekend and go see my David in Edinburgh afterwards.


I’m so fucking happy and excited right now.

(Please don’t everything fall apart like a massive sack of shit)

Thanks :D