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stansusedbloggingemporium:

When I was just starting high school, a girl who rode my bus invited me to stay the night at her house and when I did she got really emotional and told me no girls ever stayed over because she was a lesbian and if you don’t think that’s the saddest thing ever you need to re-evaluate your life

15piecesofflare:

experminate:

thehighwayaisle:

You know sweatpants?

In Australia we call them trakky-dacks. 

im starting to think you aussies are just fucking with us

we actually aren’t and that’s the horrendous part.

morgan-leigh:

tomato-greens:

castielsbottledgrace:

jibblyuniverse:

Every time Steve Rogers has sex, a bald eagle is born

No wonder they’re endangered.

Just putting out there that bald eagles are no longer endangered! And are actually multiplying at a, well, fairly impressive rate - they are now categorized as “least concern.”

NICE GOIN’, STEVE.

what an important post.

solarcrashx:

one time my friend was walking and she needed to cross the street and a guy stopped for her and rolled down his window and she was like “oh god here it comes” and didnt look just kept walking and he yelled “i like your shirt, kid!” and she looked down at her mcr shirt and back up at the guy to say thanks and frank fucking iero was in the drivers seat of that car laughing his ass off 

thebluelip-blondie:

yvngliotta:

regalasfuck:

jean-luc-gohard:

jackanthonyfernandez:

nailtipflips:

breenewsome:

& somehow cops managed without a tank & tear gas. #ferguson #mikebrown #policebrutality #racism

Bloop.

What the FUCK

White people riot all the damn time. UNC wins? Riot. UNC loses? Riot. Penn State fires a guy for covering for a pedophile for years? RIOT RIOT RIOT!But too many black people gather, even peacefully, and here comes the tear gas and rubber(coated) bullets.

crazyy

listen.

Stay woke

thebluelip-blondie:

yvngliotta:

regalasfuck:

jean-luc-gohard:

jackanthonyfernandez:

nailtipflips:

breenewsome:

& somehow cops managed without a tank & tear gas. #ferguson #mikebrown #policebrutality #racism

Bloop.

What the FUCK

White people riot all the damn time. UNC wins? Riot. UNC loses? Riot. Penn State fires a guy for covering for a pedophile for years? RIOT RIOT RIOT!

But too many black people gather, even peacefully, and here comes the tear gas and rubber(coated) bullets.

crazyy

listen.

Stay woke

godtxt:

please do not let ferguson die out like everything else big does. do not let this die out. do not let this continue on for three days and then everyone forget about it. do not let this happen.

(Source: angel-scum)

moriarty-walks-free:

brigwife:

things you can do in the uk at 16 years of age

  • get married (with parental permission)
  • start a family
  • join the army where they use guns and bombs and shit
  • move out

things you can’t do in the uk at 16 years of age

  • buy a pair of scissors

are you serious

Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.

A novel written by me. (via princessariel2323)

flewor:

"was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story

(Source: flewor)

thecarvingwitch:

prokopetz:

sixsaltysweets:

I’M DEAD

Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.

OH MY GOD

thecarvingwitch:

prokopetz:

sixsaltysweets:

I’M DEAD

Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.

OH MY GOD

(Source: 4gifs)

stormbornvalkyrie:

The little scribe with the big golden eyes was wise beyond her years. She is brave as well. She had to be to survive the life she’s lived.

stormbornvalkyrie:

The little scribe with the big golden eyes was wise beyond her years. She is brave as well. She had to be to survive the life she’s lived.

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.