Photography enthusiast. Pokémon trainer. Typical gaymer.
*goes to england*
me: excuse me, what time is it?
brit: time wots that m8?
*big ben chimes*
everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*
brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG
If you don’t strategically eat your food so that the last bites to go in your mouth are the tastiest look at your choices
EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS THIS POST BY AUGUST 20TH WILL GET A PIECE OF ART IN THERE INBOX BASED ON THEIR BLOG
I want to grow up and live in a small apartment in new york and have a husky and be with you.