Latest Posts by whotoldyouso - Page 8

Street sign.

Look at this baby that I found on Pinterest.

ever laugh to yourself because of something read or saw and then everybody wants to know what the joke is but you don't wanna tell em because it won't be funny anymore

i fluctuate between manically happy psychopath and half decomposed walrus like i get paid for it

life is just humiliating yourself over and over and learning to live with the inherent shame of being alive !! do what makes you happy !! it is impossible to live life without embarrassment, so why bother trying !!

For all the nerds, geeks and book lovers and library-sitters who are always left out.

This is for you.

My grandparents bought this for my mother during the 90's- they're stored in excellent condition! Not a page torn or out of place. They smell ancient and I think I sniff at them more than I read them.

THE PAGAN CULT OF EXTINCT NOTES HAS RETURNED

when people put "trigger warning" on their content without specifying what the trigger warning is for

too relatable, had to share . x

... Y'know what, sure. why not

mine is- 'Florida Man arrested for the insurrection and storming of the Capitol'

But there's another one- Florida Man breaks into house and sucks on man's toes

why

she'll die on the inside after a few 'growing up sessions' in school

Catwalk

lol parents and grandparents blaming the next generation is literally the most frequently occuring phenomenon in this house

Who doesn't like clocks? They're so nice and creepy.

I took this picture while thirty people were looking at me like I digested cleenex.

Coffee. At the airport.

Cat on glass sunshade.

A mini gumball machine.

The Mascot

If Natasha were a fangirl, she'd have called Clint's eyes Cerulean-blue orbs.

But she's not a fangirl. She's a spy. So what she sees is fear. And insomnia. And a need for coffee.

So in the coffee goes, black and strong, with a little bit of sugar, and maybe a hint of cinnamon. Into the cup that says, Surely Not Everybody was Kung-fu Fighting?

Well, everybody usually is. But not now.

The cup slides across the table, and Clint's eyes ask, Why?

Because. She can see him wanting to tear his eyes out. She can see him looking for Loki in himself.

Clint takes a nice, long sip, and smiles.

It doesn't reach his eyes anymore.

Poori, an Indian dish.

A little something I did.

dr. bear gives you his greetings on this lovely morning.

do you have some honey?

The doctor is in. Happy Friday.

You can only reblog this today.

Tiles.

A truck.