i am so tired of obama and romney why can’t thor be president
ohmygod could you imagine tho
“mr. president, what are your thoughts on gay marriage?”
“I HOPE ALL MORTALS HAVE A GAY AND JOVIAL MARRIAGE”
a brony called me unattractive
because i have hair on my legs
Bruh her fucking legs
sexy as fuggg
Nah. She needs to shave
guess what? my legs have nothing to do with you and my personal choices about my body shouldn’t concern you at all!
His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.
In which Jaime required coffee in order to sit through the wedding vows. [x]
Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.
This topic has been studied by by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.
1. It keeps him on the ground.
You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.
2. To check on his physique.
As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.
3. Object permanence.
Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.
I hope this helps.
I COULD SLAY 10,000 WARRIORS FOR THE ROMAN EMPIRE IN THOSE SHOES
I WOULD SLAY 10,000 WARRIORS FOR THE ROMAN EMPIRE FOR THOSE SHOES
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”
Soo Joo by Alvin Kean Wong for L’Officiel Singapore April 2014