nosdrinker:

this is bigger than the moon landing

(Source: ramenparadise, via primadonnahazz)

agentcarolinainthemorning:

waluigiology:

i just figured out the perfect murder

kill someone and bury them in their own garden

that way if the police find them they’ll think it was a suicide

#welp looks like the victim committed suicide and promptly buried themselves in their garden #how considerate of them

(via beablazemydearmockingjay)

basketballidiots:

Their jersey’s look super similar, amirite? I hope this isn’t an official match Kagami….

(via fyeahkurokonobasuke)

destinydeoxys:

                      “First, you need to weaken the target Pokémon

(via unicornrevolution)

Its three am and this made me sob.

(Source: tsundereonion, via chicken-fingers)

rapeculturerealities:

misandry-mermaid:

bearstrich:

You know why women often say “nothing’s wrong” when something is definitely bothering them

It’s because men have been belittling, minimizing and mocking our emotions forever

And we are socialized to be as passive and undemanding and selfless as possible, and not to run any risk of bothering or angering a man lest he abandon or hurt us
It’s not passive aggression, it is fear

oh my god

it’s not passive aggression, it is fear

(Source: straussfrau, via chicken-fingers)

julianathursday:

cas-get-into-my-ass:

“Leo had slammed his hand on the table countless times and he moved his hand further and he crushed a crystal cordial glass. Blood was dripping down his hand. He never broke character. He kept going. He was in such a zone. It was very intense. He required stitches.”

WHERE

IS

HIS

OSCAR

The poor man has literally given them blood.

(Source: its-blee, via chicken-fingers)

coordinatebraintomouth:

Today I let one of the girls at my internship paint my nails. A few girls exclaimed, “that’s weird!” and one boy timidly asked, “are you actually letting her paint your nails?” I told them that boys are allowed to paint their nails and asked them who told them they couldn’t? None of them had an answer. And one-by-one the boys came over to the nail painting station and started doing their own nails, and each others nails, and one boy even got really excited and asked if he could do my other hand and it was just a really cool thing to see.  When the parents came to pick up the kids, the boy who had enthusiastically painted my nails, started scraping off his nail polish. I asked him why he was doing that an he said that one time he wore his sister’s nail polish and his dad gave him a “whoopin’”. And then, in the meekest voice I’ve very heard, he whispers, “but next time I come to [the program], I think I’ll just paint them again, anyways… I think sometimes parents can be wrong about stuff too.” I half-smiled and whispered back, “I think you might be right.” And helped him take the rest off with nail polish remover.
And that was the coolest moment of my day.

coordinatebraintomouth:

Today I let one of the girls at my internship paint my nails. A few girls exclaimed, “that’s weird!” and one boy timidly asked, “are you actually letting her paint your nails?” I told them that boys are allowed to paint their nails and asked them who told them they couldn’t? None of them had an answer. And one-by-one the boys came over to the nail painting station and started doing their own nails, and each others nails, and one boy even got really excited and asked if he could do my other hand and it was just a really cool thing to see.
When the parents came to pick up the kids, the boy who had enthusiastically painted my nails, started scraping off his nail polish. I asked him why he was doing that an he said that one time he wore his sister’s nail polish and his dad gave him a “whoopin’”. And then, in the meekest voice I’ve very heard, he whispers, “but next time I come to [the program], I think I’ll just paint them again, anyways… I think sometimes parents can be wrong about stuff too.” I half-smiled and whispered back, “I think you might be right.” And helped him take the rest off with nail polish remover.

And that was the coolest moment of my day.

(Source: coordinate-butt-to-mouth, via chicken-fingers)