Look at him go

The problem with getting popsicles is then you have popsicles in the house and every time you feel bad (mentally, physically,) you think “well why shouldn’t I have a popsicle about it”

dr seuss yaoi

I was gonna say “I bet this exists” because I had genuinely forgotten one of the most gargantuan eras in the history of this website

Posts that scare new tumblr users

Why would this scare new users? How bad could it possibly be??

we should not hide this in the tags

You know the old proverb. If you have a shirt thats good. Wear it everyday till you die

sundays should be 48 hours long. 24 for enjoying sunday other 24 for mentally preparing for monday

reading the wiki for the american psycho movie every single thing it’s saying about christian bale has me in tears …….. he literally wanted the role so bad he got that buff in two weeks, rejected every other offer for 9 months while the producers tried to get dicaprio to be patrick bateman bc bale knew dicaprio would chicken out, went to dinner with the director and the guy who wrote the novel IN CHARACTER apparently scaring the shit out of the novelist, took the role for $50k, and then made all his costars think he was a giant freak bc he never fucking broke character, and APARENTLY LITERALLY HAS CONTROL OVER HIS SWEAT GLANDS AND USED THIS IN THE BUSINESS CARD SCENE

ok thanks for the info wiki

Hey Paul!

It brings me comfort that, for a brief moment, Jared Leto genuinely believed Christian Bale was going to kill him with an axe

my mantra in favour of calling everything slop while not getting all "downfall of society" about it

I had to go to a new town, and since one of my favorite things to do is explore little shops in tiny towns, after I've completed my town task, I start walking around and going in and out of shops.

I go into a used furniture store, but they're remodeling so all the furniture is stacked on top of each other all the way to the ceiling, so I look a little and talk about prices with the two women there, but ultimately thank them and leave without buying anything.

Then I wander further down the street and find a cute little antique store so I wander in. I'm having a good time browsing, but the store is completely empty. No clerk. Which is actually ideal, because it means no small talk or salesman's expectations.

But, when I've been in there for two minutes, one of the women from the first furniture store comes in. And upon seeing my confused face, says, "Oh, I just work at the other place on Thursdays. I own this one. I have a little beeper that alerts me when someone comes in."

Okay then. But now I feel bad, because I'm just browsing and not planning on buying anything, yet I made this woman leave her other job and hustle down here for nothing. Regardless, I look for a little bit longer and then leave.

I wander some more before going into a craft shop, which is also empty, but only for a moment, before the same woman comes out of the back, but in a different shirt.

And she sees my mingled look of disappointment (how many times am I going to bother this woman?) and confusion (how did she get to this one so fast? When did she have time to change her shirt?), she laughs and says, "You must have just come from my sister's antique store."

Anyways, I am now outlawing identical twins in practice and they are also now forbidden from owning multiple stores on the same block.

Do you live in a sitcom

this 'being really tired after work' thing is really getting in the way of this 'pursuing my artistic hopes and dreams' thing has anyone else noticed this

not to be a slut but i would love to sleep next to someone

not to be a slut but i would love to be gang banged by a small group of 9-10 of my most cherished friends

introvert vs extrovert quiz in the early 2000s:

Uni :3

We need to bring back free the nipple

There seems to be some people who think i refer to being able to be braless outside, so let me make it clear: we need to be able to be topless outside

loose, foot loose, put on your fuckin foot loose, feet, foot feet, dance on your fucking feet

when i see an abandoned bike locked to a rack with its wheels stolen my immediate mental image is always a shackled skeleton in a dungeon

i go to university in california. it's like dark souls