The butterflies hatched from his eyes, ripping their way out of his irises. Once they reached their ascent, they fluttered their wings - blinking. In a moment of hysteria when the nerves settled, he began to vomit moths. Fuzzy vibrant insects, he gagged, coughed, and choked as they crawled up is esophagus.
And the witch starved to death, but she kinda deserved it. The cabin was made of Neil Diamond albums.
But… but… “Sweet Caroline.”
Whenever someone iterates this it makes me want to smash their face through a window embedded with razors. You’re hilarity died two years ago.
This makes me laugh. everytime. I will never not reblog this
THIS IS MY NUMBER 1 FAVORITE THING OON THIS GOD FORSAKEN SITE
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
Now i’m here to tell yah there’s a better day
When the player ball is happenin on christmas day