chibi-cas:

heirofmedusa:

dichotomoussimplicity:

babybutta:

jojothedickcopter:

ethnicnraunchy:

ghdos:

iraffiruse:

Frozach Submitted

Jesus. That’s terrifying.

Lol! At first I was like “yea! More oxygen!” But then it got to the bottom and I was like”JESUS GOD
NO PLEASE WHY?!?”…someone should write a horror movie script for this…

Ok so man eating spiders nooooooppppeeeee not here for it

Fucking spiders.

I dunno man, I think those would make life a bit more interesting…

^This how y’all be dying in movies and shit, John. THIS IS HOW IT STARTS.

MORE OXYGEN YES!!!

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i want!!!

i want!!!

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I still check on you

tumblrsupreme:

No matter what happened between us, or how long its been since we last talked, I still care, I wanna know how you’re doing and feeling. I don’t stalk you but just enough to know you’re okay because you’re still that person I miss and the person who will always be in my heart

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vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

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pancakeghost:

I wish viagra commercials were as embarrassing as pad/tampon commercials. A bunch of guys coming up to their friend saying “hey buddy, we’re going to get some chicks and get laid, wanna come with” and this guy crosses his legs and puts his hands in his lap and whispers “I can’t” and then they all laugh and give him some pills and then this guy can poledance in a tram or a bus on the way to the beach, that sort of thing, I want to see that.

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I’ll be on my first plane right in 24 days! AHHHHH!!!!

I’ll be on my first plane right in 24 days! AHHHHH!!!!

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kendralynora:

prettylittleparadox:

reblog every time

I’m pretty sure her and I have the same answer to that question.

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