amandangerous:

conorobreasts:

(via worb)

- Should I file this under “self-indulgent posers” or “underrated geniuses”?

Jane - You’ll have to distract Gary while I’m grabbing.

Daria - And just how am I supposed to do that, Mr. Phelps?

Jane - You’ll figure out something. Use your womanly attributes.

Daria - Gotcha, I’ll give birth.

She knows she’s a winner,

she couldn’t be thinner,

now she goes in the bathroom,

and she vomits up dinner.

Daria - Who’s that?
Jane - It’s Trent.
Trent - Hey, Daria, looks good.
Jane - Now, watch out for the girl with the red face who’s forgotten how to walk. Oh, never mind. That’s you.

Brittany - Oh, Kevvy, alone at last!
Kevin - Babe, want to join the Mile-High Club?
Daria - I know — why don’t you join the Bottom-of-the-Ocean Club?

miraclecorey:

shoestring:

bowfolk:pitusinha:arseniccupcakes:fuckyeadaria:eldinire

Jane - Didn’t I tell you? Trent’s dead.

Daria - What?!

Jane - Come on, I’ll show you. I found him like this yesterday. I haven’t had the heart to move him. I can’t help to think that a one-armed man is somehow involved. I guess you two will never know what might have been.

Trent - Oh, hi Daria. Just catching up on a little sleep before it gets dark. Oh hey Janey, can I have my back scratcher?