When I die I’m gonna invite everyone I ever knew to my funeral and I’m gonna make sure that they play a remix of cotton eye joe and gangnam style and the harlem shake for two hours and whoever sticks it out to the end is going to inherit everything I have
who let people from tumblr start writing greeting cards?
I want that ghost card.
pardon me my good
filed under: jokes I never got as a child that makes me cry tears of laughter
Oh my god.. I GET IT NOW!
oh my god
Even the sun is Niall’s bitch.
how do you get a nice body without moving