Chet Chelios' Blog
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via psych-facts)
the-absolute-funniest-posts:

tastefullyoffensive:
[timesunion]

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docgelegentlich:

snowybean1234:

turntechgoddamnit:

toastradamus:

pizzaforpresident:

WHY ARE THERE STRAPS ON HIS LEGS I AM LAUGHING SO HARD

POWER TO MAIN THRUSTERS
ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO

TURBO SHIT

BUT HE’S STILL WEARING HIS PANTS

pants aren’t an issue when you’re QUANTUM SHITTING THROUGH THE nTH DIMENSION

docgelegentlich:

snowybean1234:

turntechgoddamnit:

toastradamus:

pizzaforpresident:

WHY ARE THERE STRAPS ON HIS LEGS I AM LAUGHING SO HARD

POWER TO MAIN THRUSTERS

ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO

TURBO SHIT

BUT HE’S STILL WEARING HIS PANTS

pants aren’t an issue when you’re QUANTUM SHITTING THROUGH THE nTH DIMENSION

lolsofunny:

(lol here!)

if-it-fits-it-ships:

benefrickcumberbatch:

soglideaway:

perksofbeingajediknight:

How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irish man? 

None

DUDE

THATS LOW

just like the population of Ireland during the Great Famine

history nerds are the best.

rocksymom:

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