It begins.
It begins.
HE TALKED TO ME
whenever youre sad imagine your icon descending from the heavens and gently whispering “ding dong what is wrong” in your ear
WHY DID I EVER THINK MAKING THIS POST WAS A GOOD IDEA
(Source: mond0)
*swags all over u* oh god jesus christ ma’am im so so sorry let me clean that up for you
(Source: joost5)
if i had a penis i would probably put cute stickers all over it
(Source: fatggot)
- don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you
- a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’
- or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’
when will we stop letting slips of paper like money and yugioh cards define our lives
when my mom was pregnant she would put a walkman up to her stomach and play cher’s greatest hits and she apologizes for it every day because she thinks that’s what made me gay
safe sex is for losers (takes off knee pads and helmet)
