derpcakes:

Villains with tragic backstories:

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scenicroutes:

boy toy named aubrey used to live in toronto

sapphrikah:

livingsingle-tv:

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I love her so fucking much.

meggannn:

i used to be so picky about what i post and reblog but it’s just slowly deteriorated into a state of “why not”

rurounidrew:

thisiselliz:

Girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal i’ll tell you h’wat

LMAO

rurounidrew:

thisiselliz:

Girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal i’ll tell you h’wat

LMAO

princess-of-lore:

mycheekyfinn:

official-nasa:

monilip:

dont-stop-runninggg:

knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

That was deeper.

common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

imsoshive:

me: what’s for dinner?

her: *spreads her legs*

me: 

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so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it. 

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop (9.25.14): Protesters in Ferguson are back out tonight, demanding Police Chief Jackson’s resignation and the immediate arrest of Mike Brown’s killer, Darren Wilson. #staywoke #farfromover

stonerlezbian97:

ganjalord206:

snark0lepsy:

The Whitest Kids U’ Know x

Merica

Damn that’s deep

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

havocados:

basedgaben:

My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.

When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.

But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.

To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.

I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.

devonbanks:

this is still my favorite tweet of all time

devonbanks:

this is still my favorite tweet of all time

jaclcfrost:

like when two characters obviously, clearly, blatantly love each other you can debate and have differing opinions on what kind of love it is all you want

you can take it as romantic

you can take it as platonic

but never forget that fact that they’re still close that they still have a strong relationship and have bonded with each other and

it’s still love

merwifs;
Grunt's first day of school