New PETA Super Bowl ad: Brilliant or sexist? - AMERICAblog
What is this nonsense?
Yet again: proud vegetarian here saying “Fuck you, PETA.”
Ugh. FUCK THIS. Goddamn you PETA, you piss me off exponentially.
(via lostgrrrls)
lol, dude this is me everyday. i’m like “seriously, who’s got it??”
(Source: dranoparty, via spiracles)
finc:allshallfade | laralaralara | aravenlikeawritingdesk:
every time I read Harry Potter they’re all like,
‘ugh, exams. ugh, assignments. ugh, homework.’
bitch if I went to Hogwarts I’d be like
LA DI DA SEVEN FEET OF PARCHMENT ON GOBLIN ACNE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURTS I AM SO HAPPY WRITING THAT ESSAY, OH WE HAVE AN EXAM AWESOME LETS GO DO MAGIC.
I FUCKING KNOW.
(via catladysoul)
Killer Tofu - The Beets
i miss the 90s.
My friend’s band just played this song at one of their shows, it was a total time-warp.
(Source: borntoexplode, via thereal1990s)
tenpointstojigglypuff:faradaisy:pikachu:shbup:
so much sexual tension that may or may not result in hatesex
4Chan sat at the bar stool, tapping its fingers against the counter-top with impatience. Tumblr had proposed that the two meet…
oh my god.
Now I don’t know a ton about girls, I’ll be the first to admit it. I don’t know if they like being hit on, if size matters, or where they pee out of. It’s a mystery like the bermuda triangle, but one thing I do know is that girls love a mysterious adventure.
This is why when I’m out on a date and things are getting a little stale, I will pay the waiter $40 to come up to the table and say “Sorry to inturupt, Mr. White but TIRAMISU is not on the menu” and then give me a menacing nod. Then I will put a very serious look on my face, jump up,punch the waiter in the face flip the table and grab my date by the hand say “They found me, we have to leave now, follow me”. Then I dart out the back door and jump in my car. I say “I’m sorry you have become a part of this, but if you don’t do what I say they will kill you to get to me.”
“CLICK PLAY AND REMEMBER WHAT A SCENE KID YOU WERE.”
ohhh my god. I so knew it. Cringing at memories of 7th grade self.
(Source: joellamarano, via kurtneyl0ve)




