tigersdrinktea:

“Blow minds, not dudes” 

Actually you can do both! What a concept! That women can be intelligent as well as sexually active! And we don’t live in the goddamn 18th century and women don’t have to be pure little virgin housewives if they don’t want to! Oh my gosh!

roachpatrol:

blazepress:

The level.

i’m very angry and very impressed

roachpatrol:

blazepress:

The level.

i’m very angry and very impressed

jerkidiot:

wlovepierce:

jerkidiot:

sonnyforpresident:

jerkidiot:

jerkidiot:

IM A TEENAGER I WANNA BE DANGEROUS I WANNA DO SOMETHING CRAZY I WANNA GO STEAL A TRAFFIC LIGHT

REBELLION

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT TRAFFIC LIGHTS WERE A LOT SMALLER

YOU THINK THAT’S BIG?? CHECK OUT THIS STOP SIGN I JUST GRABBED

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STOP STEALING ROAD NAVIGATIONAL ESSENTIALS.

NO

smilestoinspire:

This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

smilestoinspire:

This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

monochromatose:

babyminaj:

too good

nO BUT WHAT IF YOU HAD A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE AND YOU MAILED THEM THIS CARD AND PUT A PLANE TICKET INSIDE HOW FUCKING CUTE WOULD THAT BE

monochromatose:

babyminaj:

too good

nO BUT WHAT IF YOU HAD A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE AND YOU MAILED THEM THIS CARD AND PUT A PLANE TICKET INSIDE HOW FUCKING CUTE WOULD THAT BE

To all the packs of 8th grade boys

filthycalum:

mashocake:

5sostrum:

parudise:

I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND IM DYING OF LAUGHTER I CANT

'DO YOU OWN LESBIAN PORN?'

HAHAHAHHAHA THIS MADE MY DAY

“VAGINAL EXCRETER”

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.
The Animated Self Portrait 
T.S Abe

tsabe:

72 Degrees in the shade.

The Animated Self Portrait 

T.S Abe

harrystylesdildo:

youaintrunningshit:

harrystylesdildo:

THIS DUDE IM IGNORING JUST TRIED TO CALL ME

IM LAUGHING

IM WINNING

i love me

"Winning" smfh, obvi ur never gonna be happy if your happiness or security depends on besting ur romantic interests

he has a girlfriend and wants me to be the side hoe

please turn your blinker on and return to your lane which is the shoulder lane with the rest of the broke down vehicles. an officer will attend to you shortly. 

When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon  (via 1811181)

Holy fucking shit

(via br0kenn-angel)

teletubbles:

I AM A STRONG INDEPENDANT WOMAN WHO DON’T NEED NO MAN-

but maybe a cute boy would be nice idk

phukers:

I’m so average but the internet still likes me