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WEN DUH ACOUSTICS DANK AF
HOLY SHIT I WASNT EXPECTING THAT
and they say mermaids are not real…….
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.
Christian, Mulan Rouge (via quotethatword)
bro, bro ur hand looks heavy. let me hold it for u.
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OH MY GOD THIS IS LOVE
AHHHHHHHHHH YASSSSSS
Two happy owlets
AHHHHHHHHH
and they’re covered in snow so they’re moist owlettes
Shut the fuck up
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
2.5 million notes I hate myself
I reblogged this twice now
I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry
Not taking a fucking chance
Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance
No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.
How dare you
Whatcha doin to me Farkle!
i can’t risk it
sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever
Sorry I can’t risk it
Fuck sorry guys I love my mom
Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.
2.8 million notes
CANT RISK IT
Sorry guys
sorry 😩
IM NOT RISKING IT
I did, my mom is STILL DEAD. Works.
3.3 million notes GURLLLLLL
i legitimately cannot stop laughing
All I can think of is that fucking THX intro that made us all deaf
LOOK AT THIS ELEPHANT BOOPING A GIRAFFE
HOW HAVEN’T I SEEN THIS YET
I know people come and go but it still hurts when they do.
3 am thoughts (via suspend)
So I live in a low income housing area of the town I attend college in. I was initially drawn to the apartment I’m currently living in because it was extremely cheap and on the second floor (this is a house converted into two living units). I immediately signed the lease and everything was dandy for the first few weeks. However, I had taken notice of the neighborhood riff raff and was wary to keep my distance. I wasn’t exactly scared of a bunch of young teens, but after observing their absolutely appalling nature, I tried to give them no excuse to fuck with me through vandalizing my car or apartment.
Well, not so long ago, I was sitting on my second story porch, enjoying a cigarette after a long tedious shift, when the teens decided to fuck with me. At first, i didn’t realize they were speaking to me, until one of them called out “hey you indian fag!” Now even though I’m not indian, people often assume I am because of my skin tone, so I’m aware they’re attempting to heckle me. I look up and merely raise my eyebrows in acknowledgment, when one of them kicks over my (full) garbage cans and tells me to get on my knees and pick up my trash you (insert random racist slurs here). They laugh and leave. Knowing that I’ll be fined by the city if I don’t clean up the mess, I begrudgingly clean up the mess. It was while I was kneeling among the strewn garbage that my revenge came to fruition.
A few nights later, I was sitting on my porch again waiting for my targets to arrive. Sure enough, the pack of them comes strutting down the road talking shit and fucking things up. When they get to my house, I shout at them to keep it down and that they’re being obnoxious. Just as I had planned, they took my bait, and the one who had kicked over my trash cans a few days earlier told me that I was a fag and aimed a full forced kick at my trash cans. Little did he know that I had filled them to the bursting point with packed down rocks and dirt, making them extremely heavy and almost unmovable. I savored the moments leading up to contact and burst out laughing when the garbage can failed to move and the kid howled out in pain when his foot connected. Judging from the time he spent on the ground clutching his foot and the fact that he limped away on the verge of tears, I’m assuming he broke a toe or two. I slept like a fucking king that night.
Oh u love ur mom? Name 3 of her albums
1) I swear to fucking god I have to do everything in this house 2) No it’s okay I’ll do it myself 3) If I have to ask you one more time I’m gonna lose it
Tampons are a “luxury item”
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought, You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
That’s.., that’s insane.
what the fuck did i just read
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