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meyerlansky:

#same

Y’all don’t have a clue of how happy I’m to see this asshole face.

Me when I have to wake up early:

brahmstoker:

There’s a lot more to Ireland than Guinness.

I want to fuck this so bad.

Shadow Moon *impressed with the coin tricks*: How you do it?

Mad Sweeney:

americangodsource:

“Hey, Sweeney,” said Shadow, breathless, “why are we fighting?”

“For the joy of it,” said Sweeney, sober now, or at least no longer visibly drunk. “For the sheer unholy fucken delight of it. Can’t you feel the joy in your own veins, rising like the sap in the springtime?”

jonathantucker:

“Hey, Sweeney,” said Shadow, breathless, “why are we fighting?”

“For the joy of it,” said Sweeney, sober now, or at least, no longer visibly drunk. “For the sheer unholy fucken delight of it. Can’t you feel the joy in your own veins, rising like the sap in the springtime?” His lip was bleeding. So was Shadow’s knuckle.

— American Gods, Neil Gaiman. [ x ]

I thought the words, “I want to fuck a Leprechaun” would never come from my mouth, but them this motherfucker happened:

lokispriestess:

eggogorgon:

Whiff of death on the page. Laura Moon. Is this your old lady’s obituary?

yesssssssss