1. nolove-tospeak:

    clangnbang:

    el-h0mbre:

    eatfithappiness:

    epic-humor:

    Animals Growing Up

    Cuz who wouldn’t want this on their dash

    MY HEart JFC

    THE TURTLE

    THE BOXERS omg

  2. tssfxx:

helllotittys:

have—not:

i love this photo because at first you think that she was going to get married but instead her husband to be left her, or something like that. but actually its quite the opposite. i clicked on the source and it brought me to an article explaining the story behind this photo, and shes not crying, shes hungover. her and her husband went to a football game on their wedding day, and got extremely drunk and partied all night. they took the subway home because they couldn’t drive. so no, its not a sad heartbreaking story, its a crazy joyful one. which in my opinion makes the picture even more amazing.


CAN PEOPLE PLEASE REBLOG THE PIC WITH THIS CAPTION^ AND NOT THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE IS SAD AND ARE LIKE “POOR GIRL GOD BLESS”

    tssfxx:

    helllotittys:

    have—not:

    i love this photo because at first you think that she was going to get married but instead her husband to be left her, or something like that. but actually its quite the opposite. i clicked on the source and it brought me to an article explaining the story behind this photo, and shes not crying, shes hungover. her and her husband went to a football game on their wedding day, and got extremely drunk and partied all night. they took the subway home because they couldn’t drive. so no, its not a sad heartbreaking story, its a crazy joyful one. which in my opinion makes the picture even more amazing.

    CAN PEOPLE PLEASE REBLOG THE PIC WITH THIS CAPTION^ AND NOT THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE IS SAD AND ARE LIKE “POOR GIRL GOD BLESS”

  3. lahciguapa:

    theedark-knight:

    tastefullyoffensive:

    20 Mind-Boggling Shower Thoughts [showerthoughts/distractify]

    Previously: Name Improvements for Everyday Stuff

    Lmfao😂😩💀

    Number 3 tho

  4. silentwalrus1:

I NEED THE WHOLE EIFFEL TOWER IN MY SELFIE, STEVE. STOP WHINING. 

    silentwalrus1:

    I NEED THE WHOLE EIFFEL TOWER IN MY SELFIE, STEVE. STOP WHINING. 

  5. "I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me."
    Mary Kate Teske (via dirtyberd)
  6. In line at the cafeteria during hot dog day, a magical lunchtime that only comes a couple of times a semester

    Me (in my head): yay yay hot dogs yay blah blah blah

    Me: *glances behind me and notices an unsure Freshman kind of wandering up and down the line*

    Freshman: *glances at the hot dogs at the end of the line, then at me, as if to ask “Is it worth it?”*

    Me (in my head): YES IT’S WORTH IT GET IN THE SUPER LONG LINE WITH THE REST OF US IT’S HOT DOGS THEY EVEN HAVE VEGAN TOFU DOGS GET IN LINE.  YOU MUST LEARN TO RELISH HOT DOG DAY!

    Freshman: *turns to walk away*

    Me: *realizes I’ve made a pun and starts giggling uncontrollably*

    Freshman: *looks over her shoulder at me and walks away faster*

    …Oops.

  7. "I don’t have a problem with gay people I just don’t want them throwing it in my face"

    ezekielofgod:

    boner-chan:

    misandry-mermaid:

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    Uh…… you mean like this?

    wow. let it be known that tumblr legitimately changed my opinion on something today.

    I’m sorry but is there an advert about toilet paper in there. They are legitimately trying to sex up toilet paper.

  8. "

    He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”

    It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swiveled from one exit to another.

    The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.

    So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.

    "Hi," I said with a little smile.

    He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.

    "How are you doing?" I asked.

    "I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.

    "I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."

    That’s about when it got…..weird.

    He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.

    But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.

    "Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"

    "What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.

    And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”

    Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.

    "DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."

    That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”

    "
  9. "I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible."
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via wordsnquotes)
  10. "I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed."
  11. just focus on my v o i c e.

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