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I’m the one in the middle
I love everything about this except the manbaby who left to get his poopy diaper changed
today on toxic masculinity theatre: a demonstration of why a subtle sneer and turning aside to drink your beer isn’t a good response to being on the kisscam
Honestly, this is just so good.
I watched this about 6 times and I’m not anywhere close to being done enjoying it yet.
The woman that can’t stop laughing makes my soul smile.
I’m the one in the middle
I love everything about this except the manbaby who left to get his poopy diaper changed
today on toxic masculinity theatre: a demonstration of why a subtle sneer and turning aside to drink your beer isn’t a good response to being on the kisscam
Honestly, this is just so good.
I watched this about 6 times and I’m not anywhere close to being done enjoying it yet.
The woman that can’t stop laughing makes my soul smile.
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i cant believe lana del rey saved niall horan’s life
this doesn’t fit my blog at all but i had to post it here because this story is legit the wildest thing i’ve seen this month and everyone needs to see it. unmute this I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET IT
omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i feel it in my bones, i’m on F I R E
FUCK
hit the reblog so fast i think i broke my mouse
holY F U cKKKKkKKKkkkkkKKKKK
HOLY FUCK THIS KNOCKED MY SIDEWAYS
ARE YOU READY FOR THE SHITPOST OF The CENTURY!!!!!!!
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I’ve changed my mind, Joseph Joestar is my favorite jojo
I saw this post like a day after Jailbreak and till this day I still find it the most hilarious thing ever.
its back!
Weirdly anti-millennial articles have scraped the bottom of the barrel so hard that they are now two feet down into the topsoil
its so wild like “this generation with no fucking money is learning to prioritize essentials” and all these chucklefucks can write is advertisements for these companies
at least our jeans won’t tear at the seams after two washes
FUCK FABRIC SOFTENER IT’S UTTERLY POINTLESS
AND FUCK DRYER SHEETS LITERALLY NOBODY EVER HAS ENOUGH OF A PROBLEM WITH STATIC TO WARRANT PAYING OUT THE ASS FOR THAT SHIT
DO YOU WANT CLEAN CLOTHES? YOU DON’T EVEN NEED TO BUY FUCKING DETERGENT JUST MAKE YOUR OWN* IT’S SO GODDAMN EASY AND 80X CHEAPER
FUCK THE ENTIRE LAUNDRY INDUSTRY *Fuck The Entire Laundry Industry Recipe
1 cup Washing Soda (not Baking Soda. Different things.)
1 cup Borax (not Boric Acid. Also a different thing.)
½ cup - 1 cup grated bar soap (you can use literally anything. I often use Ivory because it’s easy to get and I find it works well, a lot of people like Fels-Naptha, which is an actual laundry bar. Some people use Dr. Bronner’s. Really does not fucking matter.) After grating your soap, combine all ingredients. That’s it. That’s the whole thing. Use maybe a ¼ cup per load.
^^^ I’ve done this for years now and it works as well as any store bought detergent
WHAT Thank you, tumblr user awfullydull! Your URL does no justice to the good advice you give!
Also you can MAKE your own washing soda very VERY cheaply.
Step one: acquire $5 bag of baking soda from Costco.
Step two: lay that motherfucking baking soda out on a baking tray.
Step three: bake the baking soda on a tray in an oven at 400° for 1 hour (to make the moisture evaporate, leaving washing soda)
Step four: revel in how easy and cheap it is to make your own washing soda, and maybe take a moment to be angry that the industry upcharges the fuck out of something that is so easy to make.
I see some of y'all complaining about static and/or wanting nice smelling laundry. Go to a craft store, find 100% wool yarn balls. If it doesn’t come in a ball, ask an employee to make it into a tight ball for you. Wash in the washing machine to make it felted. Remove from washer, add a few drops of essential oil to the ball, allow to seep in. Dry with clothing. Doesn’t need to be rewashed ever, and if it stops smelling, add few more drops of essential oil. Bam, reusable dryer sheets.
I love this post so much it’s filled with helpful advice, hatred, saving money, and fucking the system all in one
This is actually the best intro to a porno that has ever existed
Nanu playing with his house cats… He probably enjoys it more than being a Kahuna. / Nanu jugando con sus gatos domésticos… Probablemente disfruta mas esto que ser un Kahuna.
I’m Nanu
Fuck this. Fuck this post so much Do not tell me your best friend would not sit at your lunch table for three fucking days just staring blankly at your old seat wishing that you were there to fill the space with laughter.
Do not tell me your younger brother would not break down in the middle of class because you guys started talking about your favorite type of subject in school.
Do not tell me your mother would not stare into the mirror with trembling lips wishing she could be bringing you home from the hospital rather than having to escort you away in a casket to the nearest graveyard.
Do not tell me your father would not begin working the night shifts to distract himself of the silence at home because you’re not up until the ungodly hours of the night talking to what’s-his/her-face on the phone because you guys are so in love.
Do not tell me your boyfriend/girlfriend would not go into your room and put on the last hoodie you wore trying to desperately imprint your scent onto their skin so they never forget your smell.
Do not tell me your friends would not stare blankly at the gymnasium wall after the principal has announced your death to the entire school making no sound trying to convince themselves this is just another one of your impractical jokes.
Do NOT fucking TELL ME this bullshit line of how the stars would still appear the sun would still come out the earth would still rotate and the seasons will still change because without YOU you lil beautiful piece of human being none of these people will want ANY of that to happen
This needs more reblogs cause this is very important for people to see ok
To those who love you, you are the sun and the stars. You are the reason colors are vivid and sunsets are beautiful. Please don’t think you are anything other than lovely and valuable. Please, stay.
This just saved my life
There’s always someone that loves you. And yes, the stars still shine, the sun still sets and the moon still rises. The earth still turns. But. Everyone that loves you? Their world is turned upside down. It won’t matter if life still goes on because yours is over and that means theirs is too, because people love you. And I love you. So don’t do it, because you’re worth so much more than that.
I just went on tumblr after one of the worst nights of my life looking for something to end with but instead I found this I’m crying so hard thank you all bless you this post saved me
It’s never the answer, it’s really not. I’ve been here and if anyone out there in this great big internet ever needs help, ask. Talk. Always talk. Always reach out. Don’t let your last breath be filled with regret and pain and fear and silence. Kick and fight and scream because you’re here and you matter. You ARE matter, the same matter that’s been recycled over and over from the beginning. You’re infinite and you’re beautiful and you would be missed so much.
As someone who’s hospitalized themselves twice for suicidal thoughts and been through the loss of someone multiple times, I can say that those thoughts you’re having, like the OP? Those thoughts can and do fade away if you talk to someone. Anyone. Even a stranger. Something that I’ve done countless times that really helps : When you’re feeling really overwhelmed, write it down. Write it all down. However many sheets of paper it takes, write it out. How shitty you feel, how you’re upset, what hurts, what makes you want to scream, put it down on paper. Then rip it up and set it on fire. If you have a safe place to do it, mind you. You have no idea how cathartic it is to watch all that pain and hurt go up in flames.
I remember when this had 130,000+ notes until tumblr deleted the picture and all. I hope this gets around again and saves lives
I’m crying right now.
I was going to kill myself
This just saved me. If you see this please save someone else too.
If you are thinking about it please remember that you are loved and cared about. nobody is insignificant.
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no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500
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Look at KB coming through
Every time you see this, reblog it. There is always someone in college that will see this.
HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.
This is my new favourite story.
When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.
i refuse to let this video die
Lance’s life from his family’s point of view
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