Back in prehistoric times it was just a free for all. God was putting antlers on everything and made 7 foot tall gophers with wings, it was a mess.
Look at this poor, impractical bastard.
The prehistoric era was God’s Deviantart stage.
Now he just hides all of his stupid-looking OCs in the ocean where no one can find them.
I can’t not reblog this
Justin Timberlake masters telekinesis
life hack: if you are ever invited to a 70’s theme party, ALWAYS assume it is the 1770’s and dress up as a founding father
"Winston keeps running away, but the others are adjusting."
“Hand me my purse, will you, darling? A girl can’t read that sort of thing… with… without her lipstick.” (Breakfast at Tiffany’s, 1961)