jasmine-blu:

omfg

haithinkimfunny:

queenestelle:

gothist:

GET IGNORED SO MUCH BITCHES CALL ME TERMS AND CONDITIONS

at least you get accepted no matter what

that’s the most uplifting thing i’ve seen all day 

shubbabang:

davestridersturkeygirlfriend:

shubbabang:

davestridersturkeygirlfriend:

for every note this gets ill eat another hot pocket

better hope you have a shit ton of hot pockets then

IT HAD SIX FUCKING NOTES AND THEN YOU REBLOGGED IT

ENJOY YOUR HOT POCKETS

stanaskatic:

HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH A TEACHER EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE OLDER THAN YOU AND THEY’RE YOUR TEACHER THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

imtheotterlope:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

efferescent:

remember when a girl from my school wore a dress the same color as the green screen at prom

oh yes

her date did too

Jake & Zooey with their respective dogs (Instagram)

squidwurd:

im on the highway to hell