i like to tumblr all day
and tumblr all night
thats how i like to live my (lame) life
mom: so hun i was in your room
and i accidentally started going through your stuff
and i found your phone
it was unlocked so i went through your messages too, who’s alex? is that your boyfriend? you can totally talk to me about crushes and boys!!!
Everyone please reblog this. I want all of tumblr to see this.
*knocks you out with a calculator* bet you weren’t counting on that
i had way too much fun with this
biggest plot twist of my childhood
nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off
when i was a small child i carried around a little tiny pumpkin in my pockets for months
THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS TV SERIES
I REALLY LOVE WHAT MR. KRABS SAYS AFTER THAT, THOUGH.
do you ever get sad over something that happened a long time ago because i do
this is possibly the most important photo i have ever taken in my life
cats have started to brainwash humans and use them as modes of transport,
a quick reminder:
not everyone knows what is and isn’t offensive
not everyone has the knowledge you do on slurs and their impact
so how about instead of bullying people who are wrong and writing them off as terrible people, you try educating them?
And if you say “it’s not my job to educate them” but you consider yourself an activist, you are not a very good activist.
So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!”