He dies.

She dies

Those two. Yep, you guessed it.

You bet your sweet arse he dies.

garrisonbabe:

i can spell i repeat to myself over and over as the red squiggly line doesn’t go away

my excuse is that Americans can’t spell, and that’s not my problem.

The world would be mine for the taking, if only I could master getting out of bed.

Playing hip-hop or metal from your phone on the bus, talking about how tough you are, and how bad centrelink, the police and government are is a great way to make other people on the bus want to strangle themselves with their nonexistent seatbelts.