once i scraped my knee in 3rd grade and a weird girl who was obsessed with horses was like “hold on” then she started crying and dropped tears on my knee then she was like “pegasus tears heal wounds”
- me when i die
- st. peter: sorry i can't let you into heaven if you have no soul
- me: excuse me?
- st. peter: yeah remember that time you didn't reblog a picture of a homeless man and his dog? have fun in the eternal pits of hell you blasphemous demon wench
When battle music plays in a game but you can't find the enemy.
Reblogging because creeped-out Chell