Well, fuck you.
-19
-beardy
-angry
-wigan.
if you want to know more, try and get in touch, i have no idea how to fucking use this thing.
Also, ooooooo pink letters.
An x-ray showing a Buzz Lightyear action figure lodged in the anal cavity. The patient explained that it got stuck when it was inserted and a button was accidentally pushed, extending out the wings.
Looks like you got a friend in you.
holy shit reblogging for that comment^
Looks like you got a friend in you.
(via guaranteedguarente)
Guys, theVancouver Comic Arts Festival is only a bit over a week away!
VanCAF is actually being organized by my wife, Shannon, who was sick and tired of hearing me and my comics friends grouse about how there wasn’t a TCAF-styled free-to-attend comics festival in Vancouver. Fortunately for us all, she really stepped up to the plate, securing a really neat venue and filling it with an awesome slew of cartoonist exhibitors and guests, including:
Questionable Content’s Jeph Jacques
Dr. McNinja’s Chris Hastings
Tanpopo’s Camilla d’Errico
A Softer World’s Joey Comeau and Emily Horne
Wondermark’s David Malki
Boxerhockey’s Tyson Heese
The Simpson’s Comic’s Nina Matsumodo
Dalen and Gole’s Mike Deas
Top Shelf Comics
Cloudscape
Tiny Kitten Teeth’s Frank Gibson and Becky Dreistadt
Wasted Talent’s Angela Melick
Tangles’ Sarah Leavitt
The Village’s Ken Boesem
Weregeek’s Alina Pete
Murderbook’s Ed Brisson
Filibuster’s J.J. McCullough
Family Man/Bite Me’s Dylan Meconis
Three Word Phrase’s Ryan Pequin
…and a ton of other talented old hands and new creators. (Oh, uh, and me too!) Check out the full list right here.
VanCAF is a non-profit show, and we don’t have a huge marketing budget, but I think with our awesome guest list and word of mouth we can make this thing a big success… so anything you can help do to spread the word would be super appreciated, be it tweeting, reblogging, sharing, or just shouting a lot! And if you’re coming, RSVP on Facebook to let us know! This thing is going to be awesome.
(via drhastings)
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
(Source: treesquirrrel, via iamasilentriot)
Sue
I had a dream about you the other night
i saved you. It’d been so long since i’ve seen you it’s taken me days to remember you,
to remember what your hair felt like, or the way your eyes stared into my soul.
I had this dream, where i gave up my life to see you live, and in my last moments i smiled at you just to say “now you can live, and nobody will miss me like they miss you”
but you’re still gone. And that hurts, so much.
RIP sue.
i miss you.
I feel as if I should be in a relationship.
(via one-drop-of-cyanide)
can you explain to me how the fuck a 16-year-old girl who’s still in highschool and her unemployed ex-boyfriend are going to make good fucking parents? and how the fuck it’s responsible for them to bring a god-damned child into the world? and why, when that particular variety of oxygen thief is still walking this fucking earth, are two of my god-damned ex-girlfriends dead?
Dear:
Anyone who’s never been homeless
never been unemployed
never been beaten or abused
never woken up in the gutter
To anyone who doesn’t know how bad the first night is
or how good a bed TRULY feels
to anyone who’s never known the meaning of the words “i have nothing except the clothes on my back”
To all of those people who look down on you because you don’t have a job
please, come back when you’ve walked through hell. Please. And you’ll understand just how hard it is to shave when you lived under that motorway bridge, and why you don’t shave now. Why you still look for the warmest, dryest place to sleep even though you won’t be sleeping there. Why you find it hard to listen to kids who’ve never been thrown to the curb whinge about how life’s so bad because they’re grounded, or why you don’t understand where the problem is when their mates are fucking other people, when your mates wouldn’t give you somewhere to sleep for a night.
And then, after all of that, you’ll understand why i spent a couple of hours sat chatting to a hobo, with a fag in one hand and a beer in the other.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
