R.I.P. MSN, the only messenger that allowed me to send a giant unavoidable popup of a pig shaking his ass to funky techno music to my conversational partner if they were ignoring me
Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
Reblogging for the iambic pentameter
IT’S NOT JUST IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER
IT’S IN RHYMING IAMBIC PENTAMETER
WHOA LOOK OUT SKRILLEX
westeros’s celebs read mean tweets (ps: all tweets are real)
JUST IN TIME.
JUST IN TIME FANDOM.
ALWAYS REBLOG ON TUESDAY
IT’S A LAW
and they say gay marriage is unnatural
i’m screaming so hard right now ^
HE EATS A WHOLE RAW POTATO
What the fuck even. Guys. What. The. Fuck. Even.