This is a blog of love, pop culture, nostalgia, tolerance, and basically my daily life.

 

c0ld-n3ss:

I keep telling myself that I hate himBut I don’t, I really don’t

c0ld-n3ss:

I keep telling myself that I hate him
But I don’t, I really don’t

(Source: a-cidlife)

whispersinthestarrydark:

amaranthinewasteland:

goldenjoeandthesugginsgang:

ghiralicious:

livingenough:

swimminginmavin:

hurpthederp:

iwillmindfuckyou:

gameandwatch:

kushdrinker:

green is not a creative color

image

what the fuck are you trying to say with that gif

lets not bring it up

lets never bring it up

Don’t Hug me I’m Scared

what part of never bring it up do you not understand

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OH MY GOD WHY

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH.. WHAT IS THAT.. WHY DID I.. OH MY GOD.

nope. noooooooooope

River: Hi TARDIS did The Doctor behave while I was gone?

TARDIS: GIRL LET ME TELL YOU

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

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.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

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.