REBLOG IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT IN YOUR DASH.
Meanwhile with me…
Well then, let me show you, because that’s what I do for a living.
Right now, it’s this time of the year, and the little ones have just freshly hatched:
You’ll notice they’re still blind and naked when they hatch. So I make them little…
we’re being faced with a serious issue.
there is only 1 sarcasm left
now we’ve got to use it wisely. please, for the love of god, think before you speak. it’s gotta be good.
yeah, okay, i’ll be sure to do that
That 70s Show cast, 1998 vs 2013
Lol they were so happy and awkward in 1998 & then they turned into these sexy smoldering beasts.
DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY
I SPENT 6 HOURS MAKING THIS BALLOON PIT AND IT DOESNT EVEN WORK
nice try mom
i will never not reblog this
Dr. Seuss was a racist. He wouldn’t attach his words to an interracial romance. Here are seven racist cartoons he made about Japanese-Americans during WWII.
He also later apologized and wrote Horton Hears a Who! to illustrate his remorse for his previous way of thinking
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
Fucking kids care more about each other than we do
I was gone from school for two weeks after being in an accident and when i came back to school literally no one gave a fuck. I wish we can all go back to our 4 year old selves because growing up teaches us how to hate and be self centered.
I have this headcanon that femm!Dean would be incredibly stunning and she knows it and she likes flaunting it, although there are days (or weeks) where she foregoes bathing and putting on nice things for a hunt or just to stay in and recoup from a hunt gone bad. She has this constant inner debate between being masculine enough for John - strong enough to protect her loved ones, being a genius mechanic, handling a gun just as well, or even better, than her dad - versus being feminine - indulging in her love of cooking, fixing up her hair, shopping for the best suits/dresses. Later on, she learns that the battle between what she considers her masculine vs her feminine features is completely moot; she learns to accept that all those - her mechanical prowess, her accurate shots, her great lasagnes and fashion sense - are neither more masculine or more feminine than the other, but that they are all a part of her. There’s no debate, no battle - just a whole host of things that make her awesomely kick-ass.