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nendocris:

0ffbeatqueer:

This is my new favourite headline I’ve seen all year lmaooo

demilypyro:

Oh okay so it’s good then

disgustinggf:

disgustinggf:

(via haruchiyos)

utopians:

life becomes so beautiful when you start cooking rice in liquids other than water

angelofthequeers:

Actually screaming on the inside at how they basically told queerphobes and exclus to please fuck off and explicitly included us aspecs even beyond aesthetics like the pride flags and nail polishes

(via cinnamon-grump)

depsidase:

(via mypimpademia)

anidealshape:

the r/curatedtumblr -> tumblr migration is so funny to me. it’s like going to the zoo and enjoying it so much you climb into the enclosure to live with the monkeys

missilekids:

missilekids:

missilekids:

i hate dogs with blue eyes. why is fucking jeff the killer at my back door

Do you need something.

before this starts getting notes i have to add that this is not my dog. i dont know how he got in my backyard

toriel-vapes:

honestly if tumblr unbanned NSFW we could enter like a golden age

(via sinnamonstache)

squirmmy:

They’re roommates

(via feelin-woozy)

marisatomay:

saw this thread and really loved it but what i liked most is that it taught this kid that if a book isn’t for you, even if you really want to like it, it’s okay to stop reading it and come back to it another time when you are ready. there were so many books i slogged through as a kid because i felt like i had to prove that i could read them since i *loved* reading so i simply had to finish this book or i didn’t actually love to read. silly, really. the more kids who don’t ascribe to that thinking the better. really great of both the dad and the librarian for giving the kid access to the stephen king book and allowing him make the decision on whether or not it was for him by himself.

(via aliensmoocher)

gender-luster:

bitches be like “transition goals” and it’s just a being, shrouded in darkness, cloaked in mystery, dark, like the void, lurking in the unknown, its true form long forgotten, not to be seen by the mortal eye

(via psyfi)