rest in peace you fucking toilet cover
Do you think Sully was caught, killed, shaved, had his fur turned into a toilet seat cover, and had his body experimented on, all because he was trying to visit Boo at the end of Monsters, Inc.?
It would explain why there was a prequel and not a sequel…
This post just ruined my life
What do you do when you feel like your life is facade. You smile all the time, you show you’re strong, you care for those around you. You display a lie, sometimes so good that you begin to believe it. But then it hits you, like cold water on a winter day, harsh, painful, giving you a stinging sensation that wakes you up and reminds you that you are living a lie. And you can’t help but to blame yourself, for being that way, for not being able to be different, to avoid such things. Suffer, dwell in your pain and try to become numb to it. How do you not blame yourself for things that are out of your control. How do you, how do I stop this. I don’t want to give up. But I’m tired. I want to rest. Forget everything and everyone. Not feel empty.
FUCK so at work my job is to shop for customers who put in an order for groceries online and so this one lady wanted a wine called “hella fine” and i was like no fucking way this is a joke and i get to the wine section and there is a fuckin wine called hella fine I can’t believe it. incredible
i wasn’t kidding
but is hella fine a hella fine wine
*on my deathbed*
nurse: do you have any last words
me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless…………….
*the light goes out of my eyes*
*a small piece of paper falls out of my hand*
*the paper says one word only*
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