taxicar:

tumblr made me think about a lot of things but mostly social justice and my eyebrows

(Source: david-gunther)

nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

carlyisaround:

sanitaryum:

The Captain America/Puerto Rico pic  AND Marvel’s majestic response

BAM.

youdtearthiscanvasskinapart:

illegalsoma:

DONT TRUST GUYS THAT WEAR LEATHER JACKETS YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE AND YOU WILL DIE

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officialfrenchtoast:

using popular text posts on tumblr in real life

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joetrohnam:

my mom always lets me mash the potatoes because it helps me deal with my feelings 

I’d marathon Lord of the Rings with you
i-clash-with-everything:

You can see the exact moment where it goes
"I HAVE MADE A HORRIFIC MISTAKE. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK F-"
And then it falls in.

i-clash-with-everything:

You can see the exact moment where it goes

"I HAVE MADE A HORRIFIC MISTAKE. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK F-"

And then it falls in.

(Source: gifak-net)

(Source: thranduils-queen)

Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say ‘going through the motions’—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.

This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.

A bad bitch never hates on another bad bitch. If you see a bad bitch and you know you’re a bad bitch, why hate? Send her a Chanel bag.

pmon3y69:

drdawg:

my friend Pete literally makes me cry with his snap stories

this is me, i am pete, love me 

bunnyfood:

Salty.

bunnyfood:

Salty.

(Source: ashleydangerr)

I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked.
I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body
or your body with mine. I don’t mind
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips,
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind
your noisy music, your crappy poetry,
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting.
I don’t mind 2ams and late night
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies.
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut,
frozen teabags and sticky hair.
I want your toothbrush’s head
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage.
Cup my breasts and don’t say
they’re small. I already know that.
Kiss me once and kiss me more.
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal.
It’s always good to be caught
with our mouths tied together
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks
and make me bleed.
Crave me.
Crave me.
Crave me.