i was tagged by burntpopcrn :)
watching movies I don’t give a shit about the couple in love or the best friends the shit that always gets me is the parent/kid relationships like I will sob like a baby when a mommy cries over her baby
hash browns will be served at my wedding
if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive
our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.
i’m very angry and very impressed
this stick figure has no face so why the fuck can I tell exactly what its feeling
letting everyone in my class know I’m a bottom
did my teacher just shade gaga?
you need to drag your teacher
according to popular show like pretty little liars
teen girls dress like this everyday
with a completely different outfit every single day never wearing the same thing
and they are all flawlessly beautiful and have impeccable bodies
u know what teenage girls really look like?
and wear shit like this
why is it so fucking hard to have a show that portrays girls in a realistic flawed way. why do we keep lying to ourselves so much
Michael Brown’s dad before the burial.
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture
I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans.
We can never just be.
The human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them
I shouldn’t be laughing this hard
'True confidence leaves no room for jealousy. When you know you're great, you have no need to hate.'
OK STORY TIME I WAS BABYSITTING THIS 6 YEAR OLD BOY AND WE ATE POPSICLES, THIS WAS THE JOKE ON MINE AND I TOLD IT TO HIM, BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU DO WITH JOKES AND SO LIKE A DAY LATER I GET THIS CALL FROM HIS MOM AND SHE SAYS “My son told me an inappropriate joke today, and he told me he got it from you” AND I WAS SUPER CONFUSED??? SO I ASKED HER WHAT THE JOKE WAS AND APPARENTLY HE SAID “how do skeletons communicate? They bone each other” I AM SO DONE