Now i’m lost in this hole and i’m sure i am stuck,
and i cant run away ‘cause i’m lazy as fuck.
And i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts,
and their full of broken promises that only piss me off.
Well i lost control when i was only a boy.
The world taught me angst when i deserved joy.


When my sister was in the Marines some little shit told her to make him a sandwich so she went to his boss and they used money from the asshole’s next paycheck to order subs for the entire squadron

(Source: runs-on-ramen)


and then satan said “let there be a skip limit and no back button on 8tracks”



imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw you’ and its like, what are we gonna do? spend a couple million just to fly some craft up to the moon and re-erect the flag? the whole scenario would be petty and that’s hilarious 

i have lived in america my entire life and i am 100% sure we would do exactly that

(Source: exeggcute)



Okay guys lets get this stuff unpacked.  
Karen’s stuff…Some supplies…Karen…

Space is awesome.

(Source: 4gifs)