*sunlight hits your laptop screen*
every piece of dust in the world
omg i just realized
theyre called pancakes
because theyre like cakes
but you cook them
wait for it
in a pAN
with ryan reynolds
that ignores x men origins
The sudden realization that when school starts you’re actually gonna have to get up everyday and get dressed everyday and wear a bra everyday
no not a bra good lord
Obama on gay adoption
yeah totally ruining this country what a horrible guy
America: Where dudes can get unlimited boner pills that have no other medical use but women can’t get birth control pills that prevent cancers, regulate periods, help with menstrual cramping, prevent break outs, and help with cysts.
I think it’s time for a woman’s uprising.
A garage to park your boat, on your yacht.
rich people are f**ked up
Remember when Kanye West stabbed a nigga
im bleeding, im bleeding
- Male author: I guess women are people
- Fans: I CAN'T STOP CRYING, THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE!
when u miss the last step on the stairs
WHITE WITH RED
White with Red was an extremely popular short creepy story that has been turned into a short film.
This is the story:
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
Well you can just rock me to sleep tonight
A thing I would love to see in bofa: A heart warming father-son reunion before battle!
i almost got arrested when i was 7 because i was putting that fake snow stuff in plastic sandwich baggies and giving them to all my friends and more and more kids would come to me asking for snow and one of the kid’s parents found it and they thought it was cocaine so they called the police on us and they literally thought that a 7 year old girl had created an underground drug distributing system