1. 23 May 2013 · 03:00 PM · 265,424 notes

    psyducked:

    such-a-retardis:

    catswithbenefits:

    why ride a rollercoaster when you can ride me 

    Because rollercoasters can actually make me scream.

    image

    (via summaah-cruzz)

  2. 23 May 2013 · 12:01 PM · 158,543 notes

    lets play a game called do you actually like me or am i annoying you

    (via kitten-mix)

  3. 23 May 2013 · 09:00 AM · 180,304 notes

    vagian:

    I love those people you can joke around with and have so much fun with and then have a deep conversation with and it’s not weird at all

    (Source: darknessalwayslosestolight, via briannapineapple)

  4. 23 May 2013 · 06:00 AM · 88,255 notes
    “You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck you want.”
    Kathleen Hanna (via solunars)

    (Source: a-great-strange-dream, via hello-goodbye123)

  5. 23 May 2013 · 04:54 AM · 14,974 notes

    manlesbian:

    nandepumkun:

    princessofalchemy:

    Hello I am the butt inspector I am here to inspect ur butt

    Some might say

    image

    you’re an analyst

    Jesus fucking christ

    image

    (Source: naminesexual, via busydreaming)

  6. 23 May 2013 · 04:54 AM · 1,863 notes
    airafleeza: twoandtwentyonebee: These cuties! I I thought this was real and I was like, “Wow, Ashlee, you’re a huge jerk for thinking of your OTP— this is someone’s life we’re talking about” and I wanted to be subtle so in my tags I was going to be witty and say something like, “Sir, does your name happen to be John Locke?” and then I saw the name  and

    airafleeza:

    twoandtwentyonebee:

    These cuties!

    I

    I thought this was real

    and I was like, “Wow, Ashlee, you’re a huge jerk for thinking of your OTP— this is someone’s life we’re talking about”

    and I wanted to be subtle

    so in my tags I was going to be witty and say something like, “Sir, does your name happen to be John Locke?”

    and then I saw the name 

    and

    (Source: shady-brain-farm, via busydreaming)

    YO SHIT I MISSED HTE NAME COMPLETELY UNTIL I READ THE COMMENT LOL

  7. 23 May 2013 · 04:49 AM · 35,374 notes

    petparent:

    Too bad you can’t get abs from laughing at your own jokes, because I would have an 8 pack 

    dude omg i’d be so fucking defined it wouldn’t even be funny

    (via i-hate-ewe)

  8. 23 May 2013 · 04:48 AM · 37,115 notes

    romulusthread:

    MY MATH TEACHER SAW ME TEXTING AND MADE ME STAND IN FRONT OF THE ROOM AND HE TOLD ME TO READ THE TEXTS BUT I WOULNT SO HE TOOK MY PHONE AND READ THE LAST THREE ON THERE OUT LOUD AND THE FIRST ONE WAS “IM HUNGRY” AND MY FRIEND REPLIED WITH “HUNGRY FOR SEMEN” AND I SAID “TRUE THOUGH” IMGONNA JUMP OFF A BUILDING

    (via i-hate-ewe)

  9. 23 May 2013 · 04:39 AM · 205,017 notes

    doll-ballet:

    It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot

    (via arguements-in-cablecars)

  10. 23 May 2013 · 03:53 AM · 70,423 notes
    vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry.

    vegansanfrancishet:

    So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

    Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

    Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

    This time, though. This was a good cry.

    (via busydreaming)