son we need to talk. about your report card. son did you know your grades spell “ACDC” here is a high five and your bedtime is never
"hey remember when you liked-"
"hey remember when you-"
"hey remember when-"
Me trying to finish something important on time:
it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine
the fucking look on his face tho
He wants to shatter that little fucker’s dream as much as the rest of us.
when youre walking past a dead body in a horror game and it suddenly comes back to life
Oh my god you can almost hear the pug’s screams.