some stuff I like

Reblogged from bovineroyalty

soulofacityy:

i’ve noticed that a lot of people confuse “respects women” with “respects women they consider respectable”.  

Reblogged from krisjustus

pleasestopbeingsad:

things life is too short for:
- hating yourself
- pretending to laugh at “jokes” that are actually just bigoted statements
- not singing along to your favorite songs
- waiting hours to text someone back just to look cool
- bad coffee
- bad books
- mean people
- body shaming
- letting other people dictate your life
- larry’s storyline

the-study-of-wumbo:

stereolights:

It’s like his snoring got so bad that his wife left him and now he’s just forever alone with his extra-strength Breathe Right strips

maybe the strips were so effective that he inhaled his wife

Reblogged from bovineroyalty

the-study-of-wumbo:

stereolights:

It’s like his snoring got so bad that his wife left him and now he’s just forever alone with his extra-strength Breathe Right strips

maybe the strips were so effective that he inhaled his wife

Reblogged from bovineroyalty

davidbyrne:

The Beatles owe soooooo much to teenage girls for their success like i’m pretty sure it was teenage girls who were screaming and fainting at shows and buying all those records and not old ponytailed dudes or moody teen boys with bad hair? and somehow everyone forgets that when they’re yelling about “real music” and putting down teen girls for the performers they get excited about. like whatever. I see you.

Reblogged from greatboobsfortheproletariat

walkingsaladshooterfromheaven:

People say “professional”

when what they really mean is “not having visual/behavioral markers of being poor, disabled, or culturally ‘other’”

which effectively shuts out of professional careers the very people who are most likely to be in dire need of income

I see your bullshit

whereforeartthouwolves:

I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS FRED, THIS ISN’T WHAT I EXPECTED
DUDE NO IT’S AWESOME WE LOOK AMAZING
WE LOOK LIKE IDIOTS
JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES, I THINK JACKIE IS CHECKING ME OUT
THIS IS THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TALK ME INTO LARPING WITH YOU
COME ON DUDE HAVE SOME FUN
THAT’S IT, I AM SO DONE WITH GOLDFISH, YOU’RE JUST TOO WEIRD

Reblogged from overlordrae

whereforeartthouwolves:

I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS FRED, THIS ISN’T WHAT I EXPECTED

DUDE NO IT’S AWESOME WE LOOK AMAZING

WE LOOK LIKE IDIOTS

JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES, I THINK JACKIE IS CHECKING ME OUT

THIS IS THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TALK ME INTO LARPING WITH YOU

COME ON DUDE HAVE SOME FUN

THAT’S IT, I AM SO DONE WITH GOLDFISH, YOU’RE JUST TOO WEIRD

(Source: entulhodeimagens)

Reblogged from lumpenspaceproletariat

(Source: kingofredlyons)

Reblogged from lumpenspaceproletariat

the-birdlady:

my family and friends trying to get me to leave the house

image

(Source: droqo)

mothras-gay-dad:

a godless heathen potato sounds pretty funny to me.

Reblogged from lumpenspaceproletariat

mothras-gay-dad:

a godless heathen potato sounds pretty funny to me.

(Source: whateveryoulove-youare)

nd2spd:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up the kids menu, your child is far too young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

Reblogged from lumpenspaceproletariat

nd2spd:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up the kids menu, your child is far too young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

zafira66:

Graffiti art in the Dominican Republic by Gabriel Abreu.

Reblogged from lumpenspaceproletariat

zafira66:

Graffiti art in the Dominican Republic by Gabriel Abreu.

Reblogged from krisjustus

(Source: morihearty)