You can't have a plethora of rainbows

Continuing with my pet crossover

It’s a fez. I wear a fez now.

Fezzes are cool.

You know you’re Australian when‬ your introduction to drugs & alcohol was from a giraffe called Harold in a darkened trailer parked at your school.

danisageek:

lizardmutts:

mockingjayfeathers:

:O I thought that only happened in NZ

so can we amend this to ‘you know you’re Australasian when’

No its Australia’s post. no yours.

AND THE BUS HAD BLACK LIGHTS.
Guys; I think we might have been conditioned to rave.

I liked the mannequin with her light-up internals.
You guys, I seriously thought they named her Tammy because she was the colour of a Tim Tam. I was a racially sensitive child.

(Source: ps-yche)

Baby I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this floor.

I know I am weird about letting people into my house. I know I can be awkward and standoffish and misinterpret social cues. But if I know you, and you are depressed or lonely or whatever, and you need someone to talk to… CALL ME. Come to my house. Our door is always open to you. Some of you live a while away and mine might not be the most convenient door. But there is a comfy mattress we can whip out at any point. So instead of crying for hours, or drinking a bottle of wine alone at 1am (yeah, you), CALL ME. CALL MATT. Just… ok? Don’t go through your shit alone. I care about you guys and I worry.