novator:
I WENT TO VISIT MY GRANDMA AT THE NURSING HOME AND THE LADY LITERALLY DOESN’T KNOW POOP FROM APPLESAUCE BUT SHE MUST HAVE REMEMBERED ME BRINGING SOMEONE TO CHRISTMAS BECAUSE SHE’S LIKE “SO HOW’S KALEB” (AKA MY GIRLFRIEND, KAYLA) AND MY MOM WAS LIKE “SHE’S DATING A GIRL AND HER NAME IS KAYLA, MOM”
WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT MY GRANDMA WAS LIKE “OH HOW LOVELY. I WAS A LESBIAN ONCE YOU KNOW.”
(Source: homophile, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
saucefactory:
Stage 1: NOW KISS
Stage 2: NOW FUCK
Stage 3: NOW BREAK EACH OTHER’S HEARTS AND THEN MEND THEM SLOWLY WHILE TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH REVERENT, TREMBLING HANDS
(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
catsandpoppunkbands:
piercethetrench:
I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE SAY DRUMMERS AND BASSISTS DONT MATTER
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A BEAUTIFUL BASS LINE?
EVER FELT A KICK DRUM IN YOUR CHEST?
I feel like this should be the opening to a pop punk version of colors of the wind
(Source: stablesupport, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)