Chinadoll Belle

counterpunches:

hetagarnet:

qichi:

linguisticsyall:

Where does your tongue stay when you’re not speaking? If you’re an English-speaker, it’s behind the top front teeth. If you’re a Russian-speaker, it’s on the bottom of your mouth, lying flat.

#what #for real

I JUST FREAKING CONSCIOUSLY CHECKED AND TRIED TO MAKE IT LAY FLAT BUT NO, IT’S SERIOUSLY AT THE TOP OF MY MOUTH. I DON’T LIKE THIS

 

#wait #but I’m both #my tongue seems to dip down then up #help

(via croahtoan)

saqua23:

tims-sideburns:

ITS BEEN OVER A MONTH AND I STILL CRY WHEN I THINK OF HOW JAY’S LAST WORD WAY “ALEX…”

well no technically his last word was that panicked and terrified “no” he muttered to himself when he looked down and saw his bloody hand. But we won’t talk about that!

why the fuck would you say that. go to your room.

clitterly:

emilyvgordon:

shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.

yes

I would fight for that girl any day, she is my QUEEEEN.

clitterly:

emilyvgordon:

shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.

yes

I would fight for that girl any day, she is my QUEEEEN.

(via ladyshashan)

coelasquid:

nanibgal:

howardhill101:

amymexy:

mr-egbutt:

ascenti:

totallyfubar:

paragonpostcards:

helioscentrifuge:

Sorry not sorry.

The men of tumblr unite. Because this is more than fighting the patriarchy, this is fighting for the voice of the people.

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*Phone rings*

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THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THE PATRIARCHY WAS UP TO?

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I’M ON MY WAY.

*Banana Rings*

Who is this how did you get this numb—THE PATRIARCHY IS DOING WHTA

SAVE SOME PATRIARCH BLOOD FOR US

3:01PM SYDNEY TIME

Hello?

Patriarchy WHAT?!

AW HELL NO

I’M COMIN YOU MOTHERFUCKERS I DON’T EVEN CARE IF THEY DON’T LET ME ON A PLANE

Fucking bro strider come out!! Omg HAHAHAAH I love theses guys

Meanwhile In England……


"Jolly great bit of Tea"

-Phone Rings- 

"THE PATRIARCHY DOING WHAT!?!!?!?!"

"Those Bloody Wankers!!!!!!"

"It Looks Like Tea Time Is Going To Have To Wait"

"It’s A Jolly Good Thing I kept My Old Equipment…."

"All Right Old Chaps, Im On My Way!!!"

"TALLY-HO!!!!!"

I just reblogged this, but IT GOT BETTER.

I almost started crying at that last guy.

(via ladyshashan)

Nigel Farage doesn’t want Romanian neighbours due to a traumatic incident he had with his last lot.

I was complaining about the heat and asked (without thinking) when winter was coming.
I should have known better,

I was complaining about the heat and asked (without thinking) when winter was coming.

I should have known better,

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

AU where Charles and Erik got married and were a really funny, mischievous old married couple that did stupid shit to pass the time, playing pranks on each other and one of the students steps into the bathroom wanting to run a bath to find Professor X dressed as a lobster in the tub.
"Professor…?"
"Ah, yes, Jamie, Mr Lehnsherr has been up to his tricks again. Could you find a member of staff to help me out, please?"

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

AU where Charles and Erik got married and were a really funny, mischievous old married couple that did stupid shit to pass the time, playing pranks on each other and one of the students steps into the bathroom wanting to run a bath to find Professor X dressed as a lobster in the tub.

"Professor…?"

"Ah, yes, Jamie, Mr Lehnsherr has been up to his tricks again. Could you find a member of staff to help me out, please?"

(Source: digg, via ladyshashan)

I can’t go on. I’m sorry. I’m a piece of shit, a worthless piece of shit. I have hurt so many people and so many people hate me, but no one can hate me more than I hate myself.

I’m a slut, I’m a whore. I am a liar, I am stupid, I am thick, I am dirty, disgusting, I should have died years ago.

I can’t keep living like this, I hate it. I hate having empathy for people, I hate having dreams and hopes and feelings. Nothing good comes from them. I will never be a writer, I will never be successful, I will never level up in cheerleading. I’m shit. Im shit at everything.

All I wanted from life was to write and cheer. Is that so much to ask? I can’t even get happy for practice or competition. The life has been sucked from me, I am empty, dead inside. Something inside me is broken. It was dodgy for a while but now I’m broken. Truly fucked up. The only thing I’ll be killing is my physical body, the rest of me has already gone. I’m tired, I’m so tired of this war going on inside me and with other people. It’s been about fifteen years since it started and it will remain forever so.

So I’m sorry, I’m letting you down. Please, try to understand and forgive me. I’m scared, I’m so so scared.

I’m in the mood to watch a romance film set in the 19th (or earlier) century about gay lovers.

Does anybody have any recommendations?

pembroke:

i put my andalite toile up at society6, so here’s your chance to get some cool shit with it before i decide what else i want to have it printed on for AX!

these are perfect. guh.

(via spurlunk)