Touch it.

thatfuckingcrowv2:

orlandobloomers:

instead of sending me nudes you can send me 

  • pics of you smiling with ur fave stuffed animal
  • pics of you smiling with ur mom 
  • pics of plants
  • pics of ur dog
  • pics of silly lookin bugs that u find 

send me the nudes while this geek eats a flower

tag your halloween alignment

jvced:

lawful halloween: buys tons of candy for the kids, drinks pumpkin spice lattes, cute autumn aesthetics, knows every line to hocus pocus

true halloween: watches nothing but horror movies, reblogs all the halloween posts, has more than one costume planned, doesn’t give a fuck about the candy

chaotic halloween: lights a pile of ouija boards on fire, WE DID THE MA ASH WA E DI D THE MOSNT ERH MASH,tHe mOnSTER maSH, IT WAS A GRAVEYA R D S MA SH!! !

shwoer thoughts

rustycorn:

wash ass

moonmisha:

*clears throat*

Titties

heartbreakclubs:

me? constantly afraid of being abandoned and replaced? hell yes

soshiopath:
“i hate this website
”

soshiopath:

i hate this website

mer-squared:

clientsfromhell:

Me: “How can I help you today, ma'am?”

Client: “Is e-mail internet”?

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?”

Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.”

Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see my e-mail.”

Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?”

Client: “Open what?”

Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?”

Client: “My…my…?”

Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?”

Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.”

Me: “Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?”

Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?”

Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?”

Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.”

Me: “No, ma'am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?”

Client: “Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?”

Me: “We…okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?”

Client: “My what?”

Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”

Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.


Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?”

Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.”

Me: “An error message?”

Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.”

Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?”

Client: “Yes.”

Me: “Move it for me.”

Client: “Move it?”

Me: “Yes. Move it.”

Client: “My e-mail!”

This post gave me a fucking ulcer.

iamwizz:

you can send your nudes to me as a friend

kennethparcelll:

college students