Life as I know It

sam-the-moose:

strawberry-poof:

princsex:

rabiesvaccine:

synthbass13:

where-havealltheflowers-gone:

mltrygf:

tylerthecreotter:

IM FUCKIN PISSING

I CANT FUCKING HANDLE THIS BUT OMG I’M SO GLAD THAT I CLICKED THAT BUTTON. FUCKING CLICK IT 

The fuck did I just watch.

Can I marry you or

quite possibly the best thing ever

i just peed my pants

yoooo, what just happened?

I took me a while to figure out what that was from haha

(via jevoudraiscroissant)

Am I really as terrible a person as I think I am? The thoughts haunt me daily.

In the gay community

davidout-sortir:

outsideramongoutsiders:

I feel like an outcast because I don’t want sex first, at all. I want your personality. A friend. Someone I’d love to just cuddle and spend time with. Outsider in the outsiders.

fucking PREACH 

(via muffinass)

Some days I feel that way.

Some days I feel that way.

(via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)

creativecussing:

This is the comic that inspired the blog. Go visit her site. She and her husband do some hilarious stuff. http://www.nataliedee.com

creativecussing:

This is the comic that inspired the blog. Go visit her site. She and her husband do some hilarious stuff.
http://www.nataliedee.com

imtheotterlope:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

imtheotterlope:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

(via younglionjoseph)