Imagine if Breaking Bad was set in Canada or the UK or Australia. Walt discovers he has lung cancer, is promptly treated at no cost and discharged with no financial burden apart from $20 in subsidised prescriptions. The end.
hmm. it’s almost as if Breaking Bad might have been trying to say something. Who knows, though
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
Sounds like he got what he wanted
when you’re lying and ur bestfriend backs u up
I haven’t. Tumblr is wholly separate from my regular internet presence, but I would consider it privately for nonanonymous messages. This blog started out as a flat-out gay porn repository, so obvs I want to keep it away from my face.