seeminglydeepstatement:

somefantasticallies:

vivalatrench:

mrsugarpink:

rapewhistled:

followmehome:

It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.

It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.

It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.

It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…

its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…

it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.

It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”

Maybe it’s Maybelline 

sotteira:

an icon

charchoel:

kierralondon:

kierralondon:

tariqah:

marcitlali:

this would actually be a hit on soundcloud

This is playing in my mind 24/7

this is still me

yOu got a proublem behtch?

fuck you!

youh got a proublam bahtch?

FUCK YOU!

This shit SLAPS! Go awf!

nightingem:

relatablepicturesofpatrickgill:

I’m physically restraining him from eating my donut

alycialexaa:

ICONIC

mitochondrionion:

jontronshat:

pajama-zam:

jontronshat:

imhangingwhataboutyou:

jontronshat:

“I heard my wife knock on the bathroom door, but then I remembered…. our bathroom doesn’t have a door”

I’m sorry, but the confusion of why your bathroom doesn’t have a door far outweighs any feelings of horror this might evoke.

can’t afford door.. the horror here is the realities of life

So what fuck was your wife knocking on

this dick

It’s not even 4 words???

esc4life:

Eurovision: don’t be so dramatic

Ukraine, opening the piano-coffin: sure

bigspoonkorra:

that phrase like, “he looked at her like she was the sun” has always confused me because most people look at the sun like this 

fursecuted:

“uhhhh what do i press to pay respects”

whitewolffang59:

This sequence killed me.