Why people love Loki more than Thor
How Thor asks to borrow your horse:
How Loki asks to borrow your horse:
Case closed.
…BUT WHAT IS LOKI GONNA DO WITH THAT HORSE??
*chokes*
OH GOD.
*Spits out my iced tea*
How Thor asks to borrow your horse:
How Loki asks to borrow your horse:
Case closed.
…BUT WHAT IS LOKI GONNA DO WITH THAT HORSE??
*chokes*
OH GOD.
*Spits out my iced tea*
Next time a friend tells me a book exists, I think I’ll just take their word for it instead looking it up to be sure.
But more importantly… Um, what?
I… I…

So I went and started snooping around in my own archive. Raise your hand if you remember my word of the day rants. They went on for what, a week. And I was always looking up random shit on google and sharing my stupidass findings. I miss that shit. Maybe I should go back to doing that shit.
Thoughts?
How many photographs are alot? I kinda feel like Ive been reblogging too many pictures and gifs, but its only because I find it entertaining. I dont want to make it like Im just reblogging random stuff and being random, but these are seriously my intrests and I think its funny. Also some of the stuff on this blog is what I personally took. Its usually things with 0 zero notes. If you think Im posting too much, inbox me. Enjoy :)
ANNA. I’m dying. What? October 2011 of your archive is the funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks.
I mean that affectionately, truly.

henriwashere replied to your post: It’s so exciting that you have that many now. That said, I find the number of followers you have quite alarming. I mean, good for you, yay, awesome- but I think I’m going to go curl up in a ball and think about how inadequate I am.
No, bitch it’s the fact that I have less than five hundred. By which I mean four hundred. By which I mean three hundred. By which I mean two hundred. By which I mean one hundred. By which I mean I have exactly 65 :PWere you the jealous anon?
….
Shh. It’s okay. I had 0 followers for like…5 months
Granted I WAS a hipster blog back then. I dare you. Look at the fall months of last year in my archive.
Yes dear, and don’t you dare judge me for it.
I’m actually kind of afraid, but I think I’m going to go and roll around your archive for awhile. If I find anything particularly awkward, I promise to reblog it and bring your shame where all the world can see.

Who are you I love you let’s be best friends.
