reblog if you want your followers to tell you one thing they secretly think about you Wednesday Apr 4 @ 05:46pm

the-yolocaust:

please do not be mean to dogs they are only trying to help

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 05:46pm

shalrath:

people with “and i probably hate you” in their description

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Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:35pm
unfauxgettable:

chekhov:

unfauxgettable:

I couldn’t get this .gif to work on my phone

The overworked Chinese laborer who made this phone after being kept awake for 46 hours, delirious with sleeplessness and her eyes stinging due to the toxins in the air around her would be rolling on the floor right now.
Mtumbe Ngoube, the 11 year old African girl who is being kept as a slave in the Congo, who spends all hours of the day digging up the minerals necessary to make that phone would be clapping for you right now if she had any arms. The militia cut them off.

THE PHONE WAS ALREADY BROKEN THE PHONE WAS ALREADY BROKEN STOP TRYING TO GUILT TRIP ME ITS NOT EVEN WORKING also how does the slave girl dig with no arms

unfauxgettable:

chekhov:

unfauxgettable:

I couldn’t get this .gif to work on my phone

The overworked Chinese laborer who made this phone after being kept awake for 46 hours, delirious with sleeplessness and her eyes stinging due to the toxins in the air around her would be rolling on the floor right now.

Mtumbe Ngoube, the 11 year old African girl who is being kept as a slave in the Congo, who spends all hours of the day digging up the minerals necessary to make that phone would be clapping for you right now if she had any arms. The militia cut them off.

THE PHONE WAS ALREADY BROKEN THE PHONE WAS ALREADY BROKEN STOP TRYING TO GUILT TRIP ME ITS NOT EVEN WORKING also how does the slave girl dig with no arms

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:33pm

dick-rider-dave-strider:

dick-rider-dave-strider:

grandmoms are precious and must be protected at all costs

i told her i was posting this on tumblr and she said “let me know how many hits i get!!!” so just watch this and make an old woman happy

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 04:21pm

romulusthread:

romulusthread:

If I were a blood-bender I’d give raging erections to people I hate in public

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Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:36pm

#petitionforellentobeinfrozen2

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:29pm

fuckyeahfeminists:

loosescrewslefty:

powerpuff-save-the-day:

Powerpuff Girls was actually a show about a group of small children crushing the patriarchy and no one will convince me otherwise

Anyone who tries to convince you otherwise obviously wasn’t watching the same show.

Truth

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:29pm

fartgallery:

lionkitten:

fartgallery:

dont waste ur time reading this post. go paint a tree, hlep the elderly cross the street, skip down the road, throw a rock in the beach, take life by the tits and milk it

that post was definitely worth reading

UR NOT MILKING THE TITS OF LIFE

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:26pm
phoenix-falls:

malformalady:

Wisconsin snow storm versus flooding in Ireland

Ireland isn’t fucking around with the sealing capabilities of their doors

phoenix-falls:

malformalady:

Wisconsin snow storm versus flooding in Ireland

Ireland isn’t fucking around with the sealing capabilities of their doors

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:26pm
ahandlengthfromhome:

There is No Beauty in Distance (AKA.: I Saw Her Get into a Plane)

Today I saw the love of my life get on a plane. I saw her grab her bag, grab her stuff that was scattered around my room, in the middle all my things, and put a brave smile on her face. I saw her get into that plane as she started making her way back to her hometown. It was no movie scene. There was no act of courage to run through security to ask her to stay, there was no first last kiss to tell her she was meant to be with me, there was no whole made speech of love and broken words which only lovers can pronounce.
There was no beauty in letting her go. There was no beauty in watching the airport fill up with all the wrong people while she was making her way through her gate. There was no beauty in that one last kiss that crashed my heart in tidal waves that once every ten minutes continue to hit me. There was no beauty in distance. 
There is no beauty in what is broken. 
There is no beauty in the waiting. 
But I can tell you, there is beauty within her. And I can tell as much as waiting for her is not beautiful, when she kisses me, she thrusts little pieces of herself into me, and that, my friends, is breathtaking. It is also beautiful the way she looks at me to make sure I know she is making a good impression on my family, it is also beautiful the way I grab her hand to pull her close to me while she is drifting away in this new world she just discovered. It is beautiful how her lips move and her hands shake and her voice warms up when she is talking about me, one foot away or thousands of miles of full distance. That is beautiful. 
And I can assure you distance is not good, distance is not proof that you love another; distance is an obstacle that sometimes couples have to face and break their bones to walk through. So as I cry watching that one orange and white plane fly into the sky, I hold on to my shirt which she wore so much it is hers because it is stuck with her smell, the perfume she left in my room and the promises she mumbled before leaving. 

Distance is not beautiful. Planes are not beautiful nor are broken hearts. But the little things we can make out of all of those are simply stunning. 

ahandlengthfromhome:

There is No Beauty in Distance (AKA.: I Saw Her Get into a Plane)

Today I saw the love of my life get on a plane. I saw her grab her bag, grab her stuff that was scattered around my room, in the middle all my things, and put a brave smile on her face. I saw her get into that plane as she started making her way back to her hometown. It was no movie scene. There was no act of courage to run through security to ask her to stay, there was no first last kiss to tell her she was meant to be with me, there was no whole made speech of love and broken words which only lovers can pronounce.

There was no beauty in letting her go. There was no beauty in watching the airport fill up with all the wrong people while she was making her way through her gate. There was no beauty in that one last kiss that crashed my heart in tidal waves that once every ten minutes continue to hit me. There was no beauty in distance.

There is no beauty in what is broken.

There is no beauty in the waiting.

But I can tell you, there is beauty within her. And I can tell as much as waiting for her is not beautiful, when she kisses me, she thrusts little pieces of herself into me, and that, my friends, is breathtaking. It is also beautiful the way she looks at me to make sure I know she is making a good impression on my family, it is also beautiful the way I grab her hand to pull her close to me while she is drifting away in this new world she just discovered. It is beautiful how her lips move and her hands shake and her voice warms up when she is talking about me, one foot away or thousands of miles of full distance. That is beautiful.

And I can assure you distance is not good, distance is not proof that you love another; distance is an obstacle that sometimes couples have to face and break their bones to walk through. So as I cry watching that one orange and white plane fly into the sky, I hold on to my shirt which she wore so much it is hers because it is stuck with her smell, the perfume she left in my room and the promises she mumbled before leaving.

Distance is not beautiful. Planes are not beautiful nor are broken hearts. But the little things we can make out of all of those are simply stunning. 

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:25pm

australiansanta:

im coming out of the closet. i am a shirt. i haven’t been worn in months. this is exciting

Wednesday Apr 4 @ 02:23pm