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the ladies on friends aren’t here for your idiotic gender stereotypes
Why did I randomly remember this video
guys watch this it’s hilarious
I will not stop reblogging this until each and every one of you has seen it
Makes so much sense that this kid is the voice of Finn from Adventure Time
Courtesy of Sincerely Tumblr on Twitter
This is the greatest post I have ever laid eyes upon.
I'm so far behind on Supernatural. Still in season 7 and there is this one guy on my tumblr that did nothing but repost recent supernatural stuff this morning. Stop!! Ugh.
Photo by:A.S Nagpal
“Paint War Engagement Session”
oh my fucking god i can’t even take how cute this is
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“November 19th, 2013, ‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’ Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid. Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’ Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists. A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it. We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image. Everything is about us. Me-me-me. With the addition of every word to the dictionary, ‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’, The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves, And we should, they tell us, weep, We should weep because we are entitled, Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram, Because this is the generation that will one day run the world, And for that, we should weep, Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’. Let me tell you something. Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION, MY GENERATION reports the highest levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation, 15% more of US than YOU will go to university, But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school, MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt. 58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight, 95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION, And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough, That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled, And anything we do to be financially successful, Or less stressed, Or beautiful, god dammit, Is in vain. So pick up your phone, Pick your favourite filter, And take a goddamn selfie. You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.”
Me poem ‘Hastage Selfie’ (Via dangruchy (via lion-hearted-lou)
This isn’t some tan girl covered in makeup with perfectly straight hair and a perfect smile. This is a girl with Pfeiffer Syndrome, who has had bangs her whole life to hide her forehead and struggles everyday to be okay with looking this way. She’s had several surgeries and will have a couple more. she can’t wear makeup much, her eyes are sensitive. Her jaw is misaligned. Her forehead is too thick and has to be shaven down. Her cheekdowns have to be moved forward by surgery. when she was four she had something called a ‘halo’ which was a metal circle screwed into her skull and jaw.
though she fought through it medically, she struggles everyday with the emotional sideeffects. she doesn’t look like her family or her friends. she may never look normal. she has depression and eating issues because of what she has had to accept about herself. she has done awful things to be pretty.
nobody ever sees her without makeup or without bangs.
until now.
She, is me.
and if I make your blog ugly, than don’t reblog this. but if you can be one of the few people in my life who I know are fully comfortable with it, than reblog this so people know.
you are beautiful. even if you don’t realize it, you are. everyone is,
OMG IF YOU DON’T REBLOG I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU I MEAN EVERYBODY NEEDS THIS ON THEIR BLOG LIKE SERIOUSLY OMG KJSDAF VKJSD AHFJKR HFKJE
HOLY OMG I CANT I CANT
LETS NOT BREAK THE FUCKING POST BUT OMG DIS CAT
Other angels probably think Dean is a fucking idiot
Other angels probably think Castiel is fucking this idiot
Other angels probably want to rip their own ears out from the unresolved sexual tension.
My cosplay for Comic Con this year.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I will always reblog this
Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.
Oh fuck yes.
If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.
Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.
God bless drag queen omg
Anyone ever notice how jack was always a little shit
By Shelby [tumblr]
How regeneration works.
me: so basically the doctor is a computer with a cloud
me: when there's catastrophic system failure, the hardware can't be salvaged
me: but all the data's backed up on the cloud
me: so it transfers
me: but the thing is that the replacement computer isn't the same model as the previous one
me: it might be a laptop or a desktop
me: it might be an apple or a pc
me: it might overheat or crash every twenty seconds
me: god help you it might be running linux
me: and the new software will read the files strangely, or scramble them, or not be able to open some at all
me: point being, even though technically no data was lost
me: the user interface is now completely different
me: and that's how regeneration works.
friend:
friend:
friend:
friend: You spend too much time thinking about this.
me: it's a lottery.
When your ex is the only person you follow on Tumblr and you don't want to bring attention to yourself by liking or sharing anything they post.
The worst thing about moving is not having those friends that just randomly stop by.
she tagged Obama, the CIA, and Oprah