everniam:

nice to know the bras the fans throw on stage are being used

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infractos:

its so hard to be positive when you’re bleeding from your vagina

dntdodrugs:

redwhiteandjacked:

If you’re a guy.

And you call a woman a “bitch” in public.

And I hear you do it.

You’re gonna have a bad time. 

This is so honorable dude I bet you get your dick sucked after every time you come to the rescue

theblackestwidow:

THIS MAN IS A GIFT

sctot:

i heard the funniest time travel joke tomorrow

necrute:

american money seems so confusing

its all the same colour so u have to like pay attention when ur giving people money

like what if u go to give a friend a dollar and accidentally give them $100??? what if u dont correct them???

add some colour 2 ur economy america

vive la australia

I stopped believing in love when I was 11 years old. At the same time that I first saw my fathers hand go across my mothers face reality did the same to me and I realized none of it was real. I once read a story about a man who loved a blind woman so dearly that he gave one of his own eyes so that she could see. Once the woman could see, she left this man because he was ugly. I keep telling myself that maybe one day I will believe in love yet again. It is because of this that I have ripped myself open to so many people and now there is nothing left. I am completely empty. I have given entirely too much of myself to boys who only touched my body because their body was intoxicated with the thought of fucking my brains out. No one will ever fill me. Here I stand, with gashes leaving every part of me completely open. No matter how many human beings come by and pour themselves into me it will pour right back out. So ask me again why don’t I believe in love. I don’t believe in love because love is not calling you at 3am begging for you to fuck me just because I need to feel something. Love is not my fathers hand across my mothers face. Love is not giving your eye to a charming blind woman and being left because you are undesirable. Love does not exist, people only let themselves believe that because they are entirely lonesome and need to feel the fire of another’s fingertips burning against their skin. Love is none of these things, because love does not exist.
I realize that I am bitter, and I plan on keeping it that way (via afwul)

sexualremarks:

WHY DO PARENTS ALWAYS RUIN YOUR DAY AND THEN ACT LIKE THEY DIDNT RUIN YOUR DAY AND WONDER WHY YOURE IN A BAD MOOD

friesex:

"i’m not a feminist because i don’t hate men"

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gayprobably:

r u a cigarette bc u got a hot butt