theroomyouneverenter:

slimetony:

transgirl-princess:

slimetony:

guys lets brainstorm a post

setting: 1950s london

*british accent* oh fuck i got my balls caught in the trolley. sure glad the beatles arent around yet to write a song about this

balls in the trolley, asking for help all alone while he cries out in fear

no one comes near

nutsack is hurting, it’s caught between rivets and pulleys and gears

nobody hears

(To the tune of Eleanor Rigby)

(via beebuns)

bogleech:

Kicking the door in at a Popeye’s connected to a gas station to ask the most grizzled and battle-scarred customers to join me on a suicidal quest

july-19th-club:

stopping at an understaffed, overcrowded fast food restaurant while on a road trip and crouching over your phone with your chicken sandwich at a corner table like a weary adventurer eating a bowl of unidentifiable stew at a nameless inn, the only one for miles of moor and wood, taking in the chatter around you but speaking to none before pulling your cloak back up over your head and taking t’ the road once more

(via elfearss)

shorthalt:

(via elfearss)