a novel about a girl in high school who’s popular, likable and fashionably inclined with a fair amount of consensual sexual partners who is bullied by the quirky new girl who thinks she’s so much more special because she doesn’t wear makeup and isn’t “slutty” and every girl is a carbon copy except for her
okay but this one is all too real
the first infomercial ad that makes sense
Thanks to movies like Notting Hill and Love Actually, I grew up dreaming that there were men with romantic sides who weren’t afraid to show it, and that everything happens for a reason.
- date a man who loves his mom
- date a man who has a beautiful smile
- date a man who knows how to use a hammer
- date a man who saves the earth
- date thor, i’m talking about thor
I just want cute bras, nice tattoos and a chance to see the world
Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.
Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.
There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.
But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?
High five, America!
oh my god
bitch that’s the tubby custard machine
OMFG THIS POST FINALLY MADE IT TO MY DASHBOARD IM CRYING
"bitch that’s the tubby custard machine"
10,000 years from now on the dawn of a new civilization where we are all just brains in jars flying spaceships through the vast unknowable void, i will still be laughing my ass off at “bitch that’s the tubby custard machine”. this i vow.
This will forever be my favorite post on tumblr.
I never thought I’d see this on my own dash :’)
I WILL HUG THE DEMON RIGHT OUT OF YOU GODDAMNIT DON’T TEST ME
Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”
being friendly with a boy you aren’t romantically/physically attracted to and him developing feelings for you isn’t your fault, nor does it mean you were “leading him on”. you are under no obligation to date him.
Even if he gets really mad about it. Remember that it’s his problem that he caught feelings. Not your problem.
Also you’re not obligated to explain to him why you don’t like him “like that”.
what if concerts were actually like this, where no one would fuckin push each other around, just be happy and jump and shit
they are like this, it’s an actual footage from an actual concert…
All i see is this fricking guy in red on the bottom right corner not having coordination with 3000 people around him
I’m only reblogging for the guy in red