floozys:

b-rar:

floozys:

future generations are going to be in awe that we were alive during the glory of beyonce, people millions of years from now will look back with unfathomable envy, we are the chosen ones, we and we alone bathe in her glittering warm light

this could have been a perfect troll but i think op means it

i am 100% serious the only troll here is the little green one in your heart and it’s name is envy, i will pray for you

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thagal:

it’s annoying because skinny girls never ride for thick or fat girls EVER, never reblog pictures of them or mention shit bout body positivity and uplifting the spirits of thick and fat girls like I never see y’all advocating for curves and extra fat on the thighs or hips or anything but when Nicki goes “Fuck skinny bitches” y’all are suddenly activists for self-image and body positivity? get gone you fakes and liars. Fuck all y’all

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crabbington:

back to school supplies list

  • red lipstick
  • one pencil
  • vodka, probably
  • earbuds to block out your basic ass bitching

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suicideblonde:

 

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magnacarterholygrail:

my personal style is called “i don’t have the money for my preferred aesthetic”

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Things I Say While I'm Driving

  • Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
  • Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
  • Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
  • Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
  • Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
  • Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
  • Me: /dinosaur screams/

awrrex:

gnarly:

the older I get, the more I understand squidwards anger

You either die Spongebob, or live long enough to see yourself become Squidward.

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Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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nedsseveredhead:

I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.

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ruinedchildhood:

Is that Tyler the Creator

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to every bug i have ever killed i am sorry :/

durbikins:

…sorry that your bitch asses came into my house uninvited

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