I’ve developed a strategy for when I go see bands that I really fucking love, and I go and rage up front and sing all the words and everything. Right around the last two songs, and you can sense when it’s coming, hurl yourself over that fucking barrier. Crowd surf, and they take you out, and they shove you out the door, and you don’t have to wait for that 2,000 person crowd to filter out. Honestly, it’s the best. Oh yeah, I’ll see you at the bar, motherfucker.

edgebug:

instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture

if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
(via solacity)

keyhyung:

i wanna hold ur stupid fuckin hand and kiss ur stupid fuckin lips and lean against ur stupid fuckin shoulder and cuDDLE UP WITH YOU UNDER THE STUPID FUCKIN BLANKETS AND HAVE STUPID FUCKIN CONVOS W U ABOUT EVERYTHIN G GOD IM SO MAD UR SO FUCKIN CUTE 

natasaromanoff:

say something im giving up on school

people whose header is some shit like “WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND”

oscob:

caexemptdeath:

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The Unique minds of Tumblr

online:

when the PE teacher makes you run

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evyerone on the whole earth

cornharvest:

Be quiet

davidisbeyonce:

You want a nose job? Sounds a little kinky but ill give it a go

mcclonalds:

tonights bdsm safe word is “superwholock” because thats the best moodkiller i can think of

pplofcolor:

the fact that people call Iggy Azalea the Queen of rap (or whatever the fuck her shitty music is) after having like 3 popular songs is a perfect example of white privilege. Singers like Nicki Minaj are amazing and have stayed on top of the game for years but because she’s black, everyone makes fun of the way she talks, the way she dresses, and the way her body is.

me to myself: chill

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via newwavenova)