cas-get-into-my-ass:

blowmeharry:

shellfish-machines:

i really don’t understand how a lot of you are single because you’re all attractive and have good music taste like what more do people want 

sanity

people are so demanding

selfdoubtandsyphilis:

dankestrnemes:

do animals think in english or in the sounds they make

this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for

tessaviolet:

melindakayh:

Now accepting applications for someone to stroke my hair and tell me I’m not crazy. Crazy people need not apply.

samez except don’t touch me.

mintsmintsmints:

captorihardlyknowher:

count-vulvula:

thedivingboard:

russia coming 15 minutes late to the 1917 revolution holding a tsarbucks

15 minutes late they clearly weren’t

russian

looks like they were

stalin

you guys are putin way too much time into this

themalfoymistress:

ilikepotatoess:

m0iety:

Hyperstealth is a Canadian company that has recently developed a material that bends light waves around a target that allows for complete invisibility labeled “Quantum Stealth”. The material removes not only your visual, infrared (night vision) and thermal signatures but also the target’s shadow.

fucking canada made the invisibility cloak

ian-andmickey:

David Karp started Tumblr in his basement and ended up selling it to make 1.1billion. 

Meanwhile, I can’t even make a fucking grilled cheese sandwhich. 

Meh.

Feeling depressed again.

districteverthorne:

what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too

That would be rather 

thousand-years-of-oppression:

lilyjoy30-impala:

sparklyanimetears:

I went on Google to look up more about this Yahoo buying Tumblr nonsense, and one of the comments on the article said this.

TUMBLR IS MY HOME.

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.

xiixxii:

young-alliance-prince:

unimpressedcats:

chair? CHAIR!?!? WHATCHA DOIN CHAIR !!??!!??

CHAIR I TRUSTED YOU