I’m gonna start an all girl punk band that sings really offensive songs like, “I don’t know how to tell you you’re bad at oral.”
Our second song is going to be called “My eyelashes are longer than your dick.”
id listen to you guys.
Another song could be “Christ will come before I do.”
Oh my god
I’m already a fan. I want merch.
who ever said high school was the best 4 years of their life must have had a really fast metabolism and was probably really popular and had lots of friends and got good grades and did not have social anxiety
i just think its so adorable when boys do that thing with their hair where they have it all over their bodies but its actually fur and they have four legs and a wet nose and they’re puppies
constantly thinking “wow, i’ve really internalized some toxic shit”
- accept that no pun is actually Good, but that the true nature of a good pun is to be so terrible that it becomes good.
- say every pun that occurs to you. i’m so serious about this, sometimes the most well received puns will be ones you considered not saying.
- ALWAYS laugh at your own puns, even if nobody else is. (especially if nobody else is.)
- know that you are hilarious. puns are a limitless resource and you have taken it as your duty to bring this gift to humanity. you are a hero.
Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.
I love the term “partners”.
Are we dating?
Are we robbing a bank?
Do we run a legal firm?
Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit?
Who knows.
82. steve and bucky make everyone marathon the lord of the rings and the hobbit movies. darcy goes around for days calling clint “legolas” and pretending to be gollum.
*flicks holy water on you* leave
Where are you? Apparently not on Tumblr, that’s for sure.
So: anyone who likes…er…books, and asskicking heroines, should read them.
They have many names. Collectively they are the Chronicles of the Kencyrath/Kencyrath Chronicles/God Stalker Chronicles. The first book is Dark of the Gods/God Stalk.
They are at least fourteen kinds of awesome.
Probably more. And the heroine has cat claws.
By the power of awesome! Go! Read!
Some of you are bound to have read them.
Right?
You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me
I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me
I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.
if you’re gonna shit on people for using fictional characters to motivate themselves well first of all what the fuck is your problem
People who say bi erasure doesn’t happen need to realize Freddie Mercury is known as the most famous homosexual man when he identified himself as bisexual. If that’s not bi erasure I don’t even know.
Also PoC erasure, most people don’t know he was 100% Indian
Specifically he was Parsi.
Also raisedZeroastrian.*zoroastrian
#i dont think the white boys can handle a queer brown guy being their god
also why is everyone so surprised when the things i bake are good why are you acting like this is shocking
Al Capone (via hefuckin)
This has been my favorite quote since 9th grade
(via sassafranski)
so airplanes officially banned tweezers. honestly i think anyone that can hijack an airplane with a pair of tweezers deserves the airplane
So Poptarts has this new commercial where the poptart is outside a band tour bus
and I just
their faces, their hair, the fedora
POPTARTS ARE FOB FANS
I see no difference
JFC
im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU
Hey kids this is a symptom of depression