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Karis, born on the 9th of October, '94. Pagan, pansexual and slightly elitist fantasy/horror writer with a cat problem.

*UPDATE* This is no longer a primarily DW blog. I'm keeping the theme and URL as a memorial to the show I used to genuinely love, but which has been ruined by a certain showrunner who shall remain nameless. RIP, Doctor Who. You were once great.

This blog is now dedicated to the following: Welcome to Night Vale, classic horror, HPL/Mythos stuff, Hannibal, Harry Potter, dumb literature and history jokes, Pagan stuff, stupid puns and bands I like.



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adnrewscott:

angrybagel:

why does sex have to result in babies why cant it result in pizza

“push, Helen! push!” she gives the last of her energy, and she hears it

the soft, tender sizzle of a freshly baked pizza

the doctor holds it up by the crust, carefully snipping off the little plastic table

“it’s a deep dish!”

what the hell is wrong with this website

We like pizza and not babies.

1 year ago on October 30th, 2012 | J | 220,325 notes