Posted 19 minutes ago
Posted 21 minutes ago

penis-hilton:

hugcartel:

why is the mom telling her daughter she’s ready to shave?

why is the mom calling her daughter mom

Posted 2 hours ago

typhonatemybaby:

mishawinsexster:

Friendly reminder that the Duckbill Platypus is not beaver sized but the tiniest most cutest patootie being in existence 

OH GOD

i thought these things were the size of like, large cats or something. ITS FUCKING TINY JESUS

Posted 2 hours ago

darmani:

thatkilljoy:

chromeofficial:

nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek

how old are you

"thatkilljoy" living up to the url i see

Posted 4 hours ago

amazontreeboa:

I can’t describe how excited I was to hold this reticulated python

It was my first time even SEEING one in person and the guy let me hold it

Posted 4 hours ago
Posted 6 hours ago
Posted 6 hours ago

cyberdepressed:

but its funny how we hate ourselves but then we see other people hating themselves and we’re like nO NO DONT DO THAT NO

(Source: uglierer)

Posted 6 hours ago

vgkait:

shutupaubrey:

parents who try to shelter their children from every little thing that could possibly corrupt them are going to have some fucked up kids

image

I feel like this ask should be a part of this post

Posted 7 hours ago
I want to be your 1 a.m. fuck and your 1 p.m. lunch date.
i.c. (via rattlejack)

(Source: delicatepoetry)

Posted 7 hours ago

uglyh:

I’m really jealous of girls with cute laughs because it’s probably such a turn off when a guy tells a joke and I start making seal noises.

(Source: majesty)

Posted 9 hours ago
Posted 9 hours ago

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)

(Source: brennanat)

Posted 10 hours ago

gacob:

they were right. guns don’t kill people. people kill people. people are now illegal and the crime rate is zero

Posted 10 hours ago

thugmissus:

xemkgx:

do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

image