The Skeleton Class War

rosaluxmemeburg:

all victory to the skeletariat

I’d go to the gym if they’d play some Dio instead of shitty generic techno.
Also if I could afford to go to the gym.

shreksforthememories:

food should be free. water should be free. housing should be free. power, fuel, electricity should be free. basic necessities should be free.

the idea of “people should have to work for a living” carries the implication that some people deserve to die

chlrdz:

swolizard:

napping naked on top of a girl you like is one of the best things you can ever do. like not completely on her but your legs between hers, head on her boobs/ stomach while she’s scratching your head and back. thats the shit i look forward to when Im married

It’s the best

partlystarsmostlyvoid:

angryskitty:

entropymusic:

knightofplato:

shitsuren-chama:

smellslikebread:

♫ Don’t let the cave in get you down. Don’t let the falling rocks turn your smile into a frown.

♫ Even if you’re lost you can’t lose the love because it’s in your heart. 

♫ Yeah I forget the next couple lines but then it goes

SECRET TUNNEL
SECRET TUNNEL

Gods I needed this!!!!

OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK VERSION, YES.

DID SOMEONE SAY

OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK VERSION???

You might think you don’t need to hear this this morning, but you do.  You truly do.

I hope you get horns. I want feathers. Pref. black or, like, bateleur eagle feathers.

#chimera goals

Skeleton Hell is the best afterlife concept, you and everyone you know become equal and fight demons (I assume evil people turn into demons) for the rest of time with no race, gender, or class divide.

I’d feel a lot better about myself if I had sick minotaur horns.

"Even at age twelve I could tell that Jimmy Carter was an honest man trying to address complicated issues and Ronald Reagan was a brilcreemed salesman telling people what they wanted to hear. I secretly wept on the stairs the night he was elected President, because I understood that the kind of shitheads I had to listen to in the cafeteria grew up to become voters, and won. I spent the eight years he was in office living in one of those science-fiction movies where everyone is taken over by aliens—I was appalled by how stupid and mean-spirited and repulsive the world was becoming while everyone else in America seemed to agree that things were finally exactly as they should be. The Washington Press corps was so enamored of his down-to-earth charm that they never checked his facts, but if you watched his face when it was at rest, when he wasn’t performing for anyone, you could see him for what he really was—a black-eyed, slit-mouthed, lizard-faced old son-of-a-bitch. He was a bad actor, an informer for McCarthy, and a hired front man for a gang of Texas oilmen, fundamentalist dingbats, and right-wing psychotics out of Dr. Strangelove. He put a genial face on chauvanism, callousness, and greed, and made people feel good about being bigots again. He likened Central American death squads to our founding fathers and called the Taliban “freedom fighters.” His legacy includes the dismantling of Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, the final dirty win of Management over Labor, the outsourcing of America’s manufacturing base, the embezzlement of almost all the country’s wealth by 1% of its citizens, the scapegoating of the poor and black, the War on Drugs, the eviction of schizophrenics into the streets, AIDS, acid rain, Iran-Contra, and, let’s not forget, the corpses of two hundred forty United States Marines. He moved the center of political discourse in this country to somewhere in between Richard Nixon and Augusto Pinochet. He believed in astrology and Armageddon and didn’t know the difference between history and movies; his stories were lies and his jokes were scripted. He was the triumph of image over truth, paving the way for even more vapid spokesmodels like George W. Bush. He was, as everyone agrees, exactly what he appeared to be—nothing. He made me ashamed to be an American. If there was any justice in this world his Presidential Library would contain nothing but boys’ adventure books and bad cowboy movies, and the only things named after him would be shopping malls and Potter’s Fields. Let the earth where he is buried be seeded with salt."

The Pain (via azspot)

I can’t even begin to tell you how much I loathe Ronald Reagan.  

(via perclexed)