tempoes: everyone says “just get out and leave everything behind in the event of a house fire” like no fuck that shit im grabbing every electronic i can hold
arpakasso: bondoge: swag youre it no snapbacks
Eating is making me want to cry.
You guys should message me Star Wars jokes. Like really good ones. I really need them. I will love you forever and ever and ever (:
I just realized I haven’t ate all day. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But the calories are repulsive.
cowboybeboop: viste: cowboybeboop: reblog if u were on tumblr before yahoo bought it IT’S LITERALLY BEEN LIKE A DAY AND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO ACHIEVE WITH THIS POST only a true tumblrite would understand. you just outed yourself as a yahooligan
sorryforpartybarackin: the best kind of people are the really cute ones that you wanna cuddle and drink hot chocolate and go for walks in the park and watch dumb movies and build blanket forts with but also slam up against a wall and fuck their brains out
sassydetective: we all have that one cup in our house that is somehow better than the other ones
Cuddle Buddy Application
kevin-barr: forever-a-bunn: Name: Age: Gender: Big/little spoon: Favorite movie: Favorite band: Is it okay if I fall asleep: Are kisses allowed: Are pants required: When are you available for cuddles: My place or yours: Will you play with my hair: Please
Plot Twist: Stark Industries buys Tumblr. We all get free issue laptops with fantastic WiFi.
that one song that starts playing and you recognize it immediately and you just
congragulation: WHOA kids born in 13 will be turning 2000 this year
runintoyourheart: WHY AM I EMBARRASSED WHEN I’M BUYING FEMININE PRODUCTS IT’S SO STUPID BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS THAT PERIODS EXIST AND THAT LADIES NEED SHIT TO TAKE CARE OF THAT MONSTROSITY YET EVERY TIME I HAVE TO BUY SOME I TRY TO COVER IT UP WITH OTHER STUFF OR PRETEND I’M HOLDING SOMETHING DIFFERENT LIKE I WANT TO BE ABLE TO WALK DOWN THE STORE AISLE WITH PRIDE LIKE “YEAH I FUCKING BLEED OUT...
Can't believe this actually happened
Boy in my class: *draw lines on his arm with a red marker and making jokes about self harm* Ohh, it hurts so much, i am emo and im going to kill myself
Our teacher: *walks up behind him, looks at what he is doing*
Boy: Do you wanna see my favorite cut? *points at on of the lines he had drawn*
Teacher: *pulls up his sleeve and reveal an arm with lots of scars and points at the biggest* do you wanna se mine?
Boy: *gasping, and stear at the teacher's arm* but....
Teacher: Please dont make jokes about self harm, ok! you never know which one of those around you who are actually dealing with it. And its not a joke.