easterbunnymundlover:

leviisacutelittleshit:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

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mariemoxambrose:

"Your life changes when I’m your enemy" -Dean Ambrose

Reblog if you want to see Dean Ambrose’s movie

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divesting:

i didn’t mean to be ugly, it just sorta happened

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mewmii:

pistachiozombie:

The adventures of me wearing my graphic tees/dresses that have to do with video games or shows while working at Hot Topic. True story today.

Guys, stop doing this. It makes you 20000000 times less likely to pick up a girl. Stop “checking” us and let us love our things. 

let someone do that to me

prawnmichaels & paulheymansbeast asked: cm punk or daniel bryan

Dear WWE

moxismymuse:

Dear wwe,

Please give me a two hour segment featuring an empty ring with Paul Heyman and Dean Ambrose with nothing but a microphone discussing whatever they feel like. 

That would be entertaining.

Thanks.

See what your followers think of you.

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = hEY YOu, Yes You. I wanT 2 Eat UR ASS
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.

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The big one that runs up and down my back I received in a 'Barbwire Death Match' in Germany back around 2009. I was facing a known independent rival of mine. We ended up so tangled in the barbed wire that it was in my hair, in my face, and my arm was wrapped up in it - basically my whole body was lodged in there with him. Think Terry Funk and Sabu from 1994. At one point, we were tangled like two chickens, so much so that it took two or three guys with wire-cutters about 10 minutes to get both of us out. I like the scar, though. It looks cool even though people never really get to see it. There are always emergency guys on call for matches like that one, and they just stitched me right up. But you wake up the next day in the hotel room, and the bed looks like a crime scene, and your t-shirt is stuck to your back because you're covered in dried plasma. My next match was the very next day: it was just a weekend tour, you know, nothing too crazy.

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