May 2012
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spencealthor reblogged your photo: chillax-a-little: unless your name is myeisha …
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Why not both? *shrugs*
Por que no las dos?
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femmefight:
I am now pondering how weird the word boob is. Say it fifteen times in a row and then just think about it.
I cannot use it with a straight face after the Mayor of Whoville was called one by his Who Council.
“Horton! Please show the people that you are real, and, by extension, that I am not a boob”
curiosity counts: Where Did The Taco Come From? →
curiositycounts:
“The origins of the taco are really unknown. My theory is that it dates from the 18th century and the silver mines in Mexico, because in those mines the word “taco” referred to the little charges they would use to excavate the ore. These were pieces of paper that they would wrap around…
Tupac-alypse Now!
babstheartist:
howtobeterrell:
Thug Life
I get tired of mutherluvas repping Pac without knowing shit about him. Especially white hipsters who try to erase the fact that he was the son of a black panther. and those black folk who think the black panthers were a para military group out to get whitey.
No, no and no.
The reason Pac repped thug life so hard is because he knew thats the...
She derps a bit on her grammar sometimes but at least the syntax is right.
– [On a conversation discussing the way a girl speaks]
Law Lawns
15/5/12
(via thingsmypretentiousfriendssay)
5moremonths:
homagetoalltherabbits:
5moremonths:
my neck is quite sore
OH MY GOODNESS I TOLD YOU I WOULD SLEEP ON THE FLOOR! I’m print screening this post only to rub it in your face should I ever again engage in sleepovers. In other news, your bed was marvelous and I slept like a log :D
Haha noooooo it was not sore because of that
my neck is usually sore
Mum would say this is because...
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Trust.
How many times have I broken it, and how many times more will I come to break it? Still I rely on it, still I am defined by it. We are defined by it.
5moremonths:
my neck is quite sore
OH MY GOODNESS I TOLD YOU I WOULD SLEEP ON THE FLOOR! I’m print screening this post only to rub it in your face should I ever again engage in sleepovers. In other news, your bed was marvelous and I slept like a log :D
For some reason, it is entirely OK for a strange man I don’t know to approach me...
– Kat George, Things I Wish Were Not OK But Are Definitely OK (via shoshkablob)
Sometimes even with physical assault, the cops don’t take complaints seriously. Basically if a woman is making the complaint, it will not be taken seriously.
(via paleotrees)
People get really irritated by mental illness. ‘Just fucking get it together!...
– Maria Bamford (via crashbangtrollop)
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hey-lauren:
americans we have problems too
we’re just like you
except we’re free
Sometimes I am jealous of your humour blog yak. Sometimes I just want to post shallow giggle-inducing pictures too. So I post them late at night (tehe)!
grapfruit:
why wear pants when you can just not wear pants
Most days...
most-lovely:
Most days I come home from school, look in the mirror and ask myself, “Did I really look like this all day?” knowing, unfortunately, that the answer is indeed, yes.
And I bet you think to yourself “Damn I wish I acted a little sassier because I look soooo good”. I bet you do :D
most-lovely replied to your post: (There was a cute message put in my inbox about…
It’s me. Sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t logged in! Glad you enjoyed it!
:) you are the most lovely, indeed. I see you’ve not posted a thing yet. Get on that, it’s a little bit fun.
(There was a cute message put in my inbox about ten minutes ago and they did not tell me who they were. Reveal yourself! I don’t like mysteries- and thank you!)
April 2012
37 posts
Walking around the uni at night is fucking scary.
darklayde:
femmefight:
all-that-talking:
Though who is really going to jump a black guy in a hoodie?
Was there till just before midnight last night, fun timesss. Every sound heard while walking alone close to petrified me. A possum ran at me and it was just too much and security drove me home
I am never at uni that late, but during O week they gave us a little card with the number of...