March 2012
79 posts
i'll overdo it: crystal-consciousness:... →
crystal-consciousness:
thewallleanedaway:
crystal-consciousness:
Do you just not like amazing and well made shows?
Do you not like reading absolutely phenomenal books?
Are you crazy?
I mean I’m in school so I don’t have a lot of time for reading for pleasure. and the TV in…
TUMBLR IS THE PLACE FOR WASTING TIME. EVERYONE ON TUMBLR HAS FREE TIME. DUMMIES.
earthwormkid:
The only reason that I would want to be a man is so I could be a drag queen superstar.
Watchthewallleanedaway:
ihopericksantorum:
“We know the candidate Barack Obama what he was like, the anti-war goverment nigg—the uh—…” Wow.
OH MY GOD EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING
COOL NOW NO ONE WILL VOTE FOR HIM BECAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY RACIST AND NO ONE ELSE IN THE COUNTRY IS RACIST.
I'll be fucking waiting.: “Let me tell you some... →
feminisminapapercup:
““Let me tell you some things. I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world. First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty. Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving...
“In terms of what makes for bad sex, I’ve discovered how much body insecurity can...”
– Anna J Cook
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I can’t appreciate any of your hip tumblr pictures because none of them are color balanced so stop posting things that aren’t color balanced because it’s making me MAD.
If Homer Simpson was a real person
did-you-kno:
He would look like this.
KILL IT WITH FIREEEEEEEEEE
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“I went to a job interview in like the Northern Liberties and I was like...”
– Things the racist sophomores say when the senior lab door is closed. Also, I would really like to know where the part of Northern Liberties is that doesn’t have any white people. Do I have to go through some kind of wardrobe in some kind of kitschy handmade clothing and tchotchke boutique to...
earthwormkid:
Today, an elderly man sauntered into the shop and asked me for a rose. I asked, “What color good sir?” and he scoffed and replied “Red! For love!” Pause. Then a quiet, stammered sentence. ”I mean, you know, she’s dead now, but I still love her.”
(Cue me wanting to curl up into a teary ball and let him just take all my freaking roses.)
you would probably
put a Florence and the Machine song on a mix CD for your boyfriend.
When I hear my favorite show come on the TV in the...
whatshouldwecallme:
