rabbitglitter:

Dear cis men regulating reproductive rights 

rabbitglitter:

Dear cis men regulating reproductive rights 

(Source: mybooksandmore, via tiredtalkofbetterdays)

"Go ahead, make my millennium."

Beetlejuice (1988)

(Source: vintagegal, via the-freedom-paradox)

ultrafacts:

thescoon:

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

I rarely reblog stuff like this, but this is so damn clever and hilarious.

(Source) for the fact in the picture

ultrafacts:

thescoon:

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

I rarely reblog stuff like this, but this is so damn clever and hilarious.

(Source) for the fact in the picture

you told me to take a shot of vodka for everytime I wanted to kiss you; I was a messy puddle of slured words and vodka filling my lungs.
you told be to take off an article of clothing for everytime I wanted to fall asleep next to you; it was winter and I must have been wearing at least two shirts and a scarf, you stripped me bare of my clothes.
you told me to kiss you for everytime I wanted to tell you I love you; I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to scrub the taste of you off my lips.

(via acidyou)

I almost called you last night to tell you how badly I wanted to see you, but then I remembered you wouldn’t even care. I chugged a bottle of vodka hoping it would burn more than when I was told you didn’t want me. But my god, I still fucking tasted your kiss.

jollysnidge:

Take note fanfiction writers

(Source: lettuce-ghost, via lacigreen)

(via lacigreen)

fluffymb:

The moment when the table turns.

(Source: baahts, via lacigreen)

14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?