tinyowlnonsense:

just-shower-responses:

best-shower-thoughts:

Since the ocean has meat, salt, and veg in it, it is technically a big thing of soup. (source)

but it’s COLD >:(

The Ocean Is Gazpacho

nbtomomo:

cheggerspartyquiz:

no time for mansplaining, this place is gonna blow

actually, it’s going to collapse. the bombs are only there to break the supports and compromise the structural integrity of the building so much that it collapses on itself. you would need a much more powerful bomb to literally blow up the building from the inside out since most of the energy would just be absorbed by th

(Source: jollygreengiantveggies)

talesfromweirdland:

Illustrations from CUPID’S ALMANAC AND GUIDE TO HEARTICULTURE (1908). By Oliver Herford and John Cecil Clay.

generalgrievousdatingsim:

for my gender and sexual diversity class we’ve been set an assignment to deliver a presentation on a notable historical period or event for lgbt people and this is my working title

acepalindrome:

My brother decided to teach his two and a half year old that Mommy and Daddy have names and there is nothing funnier than seeing a cranky toddler turn to his mom and say ‘leave me alone, Meredith.’

argumate:

s4mm4n:

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter

latenightsuburbansprinklersystem:

god I dont wanna fuckin go on dates or try to sell myself or expose myself to an unending list of potential heartbreaks i just wanna skip to the part where someone is holding me and i am cozy. fuck this bro

littleredlala:

sapphictastic:

valentines is very much heteronormative but?? all that pink and red? that’s lesbianism, babes

(Stone Butch Blues)