tommarvolohiddles:

the whole plot of abraham lincoln vampire hunter is henry telling abe not to get too attached to anybody and then abe becomes attached to the whole country and henry follows him around yelling “goddammit abe i gave you one job


yes I’m gonna call out sexist creeps yes it is necessary no I’m not overreacting and no I will not apologize for viciously protecting each and every girl to the best of my ability

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

bye



Title: UnknownTalk Leedle To Me
Artist: UnknownJason Derulo ft. Patrick Star
Album: UnknownYou're Welcome
Played: 1191017 times

augustotter:

Talk Leedle To Me

(I have no regrets.)


GO ON ANON AND ASK ME THE MOST AWKWARD QUESTION YOU CAN THINK OF. IF I CAN’T PUBLISH IT, YOU WIN.


vapor-man:

foxfamilyfeatures:

cowbop beboy 

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Anonymous asked:

dear past me?

dear past me,

shit will get tough. it will get messy and more than once you’ll scream and cry and wonder how you let yourself get into this.

however, everything you go through from then until now will give you a son who’s smart as a whip, a daughter that can squeeze your heart just by looking at you and the opportunity to make a career out of jabbing your elbows into people’s tender parts.

in short, despite the hardships and the serious need to find a job, you’ll have it made. just have patience, and when you get here, remind me to have patience too.


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ohawkguy:

the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.


tongue-twister:

The most beautiful thing I’ve read today by far.


c1u:

reblog if you are into bondage or if you like french fries


I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,


tenebrica:

In “Mr. Brightside” the narrator never specifies whom he is jealous of.

Interesting.

gotta gotta be down because I want it A L L


nardvvuar:

“black pride” (or any sort of “minority” pride movement) means “I am proud of who I am DESPITE those who have told me and my people that whiteness is superior” while “white pride” means “I am proud of who I am BECAUSE whiteness is superior” and that’s why it’s ok to say one but not the other


Anonymous asked:

Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.

thefrogman:

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.



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