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lesbolution:

soloontherocks:

pandorantimelord:

One common misconception people have about bisexual people is that the abbreviation “bi” is short for “bisexual”, when really it stands for “Black Island”, the place where all bisexual people are born and raised by pirates. All bisexual people are pirates. Run

did you mean

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birates


kunaigirl:

wannabeanimator:

THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE: SPONGE OUT OF WATER - Official Trailer (2015)

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Guys I don’t know how to feel

kingryan-risenfromtheashes:

infandomvertigo:

Ryan was a model, Jack was in a porno, and Michael was a yoga instructor…. i can’t

Can we focus on the last one for a moment because I want the story behind it


poopinthespeedforce:

this remains the least funniest thing anyone has ever posted on the internet and I want to repost it here so we can reflect on how low humanity can go
it is so unfunny that every time I look at it it actually steals future laughs from things I will later find funny

poopinthespeedforce:

this remains the least funniest thing anyone has ever posted on the internet and I want to repost it here so we can reflect on how low humanity can go

it is so unfunny that every time I look at it it actually steals future laughs from things I will later find funny


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onewomanareme:

Lets do an experiment: reblog if you would feel safer hanging out with trans women (regardless of what genitals they currently posses) than Cis women who are transphobic and deny trans women’s obvious womanhood.


comfysweater:

YOU FUCKING DONUT


browningtons:

matteabittner:

browningtons:

if tumblr university was a thing i wouldn’t hesitate to set it on fire 

I wouldn’t hesitate to deduce who did it, burn your dead bones after I kill you, and travel in my Tardis to do my homework at the university, so I could take as long as I want.

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UPDATE ON LIFE: BOYFRIEND LOOKS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WITHOUT A SHIRT ON 


coelasquid:

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

Sometimes I wonder if the occasional vivid images in my head of myself falling into traffic or tripping and knocking my teeth out or dropping expensive, precious things are points where I failed the mission and had to respawn and start over.

coelasquid:

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

Sometimes I wonder if the occasional vivid images in my head of myself falling into traffic or tripping and knocking my teeth out or dropping expensive, precious things are points where I failed the mission and had to respawn and start over.


roflandtroll:

littlewhitely:

*salivates profusely* 

*Very, very heavy breathing* 

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fluffydragonite:

When someone says Star Trek is weird or stupid

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