me: *sees a white boy* *locks my car doors*
white boy: *knocks on window* what would you be doing if I was in there with you ;)
“We dressed up as the book Madeline, with six people dressed up as her and me as Ms. Clavel, their teacher. One of the Madelines, however, was the truly special one…the one with the beard, that is. Our experience was hysterical—I’d walk all the girls (and one guy) down the street in two straight lines. Guys would be walking the other way, whistling or hollering at all the pretty ladies. Then, as they got to the back of the line, they’d see my friend Brennan, then they’d see me, and I could tell that they were suddenly wondering if ALL the Madelines were men.”
the last sentence
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this because it is my fave.
She/her/hers. Not because I identify as female, but simply because those are the pronouns I’m used to using and personally, I don’t feel like my name and pronouns represent my (emphasis on MY because this is a personal thing and in no way represents how I view other people’s choice of pronouns) gender identity or lack thereof in anyway.
"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."
-Vincent Van Gogh
"I looked at my hand and my little finger was gone – the bone was sticking out. It’s the weirdest feeling; one second you’re fine and your little finger is there, and the next second it’s gone. It shoves reality up your backside. I was in so much pain and shock that the first thing that hit my head was the beat and the bass. The bass was hard, so I just ripped off my top, wrapped it around my finger and tied it up as tight as I could and skanked it out for half an hour. My mentality was, ‘I’ve only been here for an hour, I’ve paid £10 for this night, I’ve lost my little finger – am I seriously going to go? Nah, I’m going to skank until I can’t skank any more.’ After that, my mate dragged me down to the paramedics."
Friends later told him that a “bunch of stoners found [his] little finger and were playing catch with it.”
now THAT’S what i call a party
AH CROYDON, MY PRIDE AND JOY
london is weird man
But … buuut…. The stoners were playing catch with it??!?!?!
this kinda sums up tumblr for me
OH MY GOD
cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat
this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way
shockingly, kids are sick and tired of paying hundreds of dollars for overpriced stacks of paper!!!!!! who wouldve thought!!!!!!
I woke up this morning and this was looking back at me
GUYS PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO HOW THEY ARE ATTACKING AND RAIDING MUSLIM HOMES IN AUSTRALIA
the police are attacking muslims in their homes in the middle of the night, arresting women in their beds, men in the morning, attacing and humiliating us all
life is getting scary here for the muslims
Why isn’t anyone talking about this?
"WHY AREN’T PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS?!" Screams the blogger who only follows pale and anime blogs without bothering to look at the latest news in the damn Google homepage.
Like, people ARE talking about it.
That’s why it’s in the fucking NEWS.
Tumblr is not a news source. That’s why most of the news on Tumblr usually comes from ACTUAL news sources.