Playing video games while someone else’s watching





Mama Fury on waking up the Avengers.

(Source: Imgur)


I don’t think there will ever come a time when I won’t reblog this.


turn up for jesus


turn up for jesus


Tumbler be like: why isn’t there platonic anal fingering????!!?! (uwu) friendly reminder it’s okay to lick a friends ass hole!!!


first day at middle school must haves


first day at middle school must haves



Fun things to say when someone tells you they’re going to go to the bathroom:

  • Stay safe
  • Congratulations
  • That’s what they all say
  • Different strokes for different folks
  • I hope you have the time of your life
  • But you have so much to live for
  • Please explain
  • think of me

I’m so conflicted with that dontneedfeminism blog because some of the things they say are pretty educated and call out some pretty solid and important things, along with doing so without being insultingly disgusting and horrible about it. But on the other hand, a lot of the things they say are kind of fucking stupid and overanalysed to the point where it’s just nonsense.

Glass of champagne and the lunar eclipse. Tonight is beautiful.

"All of the above.
All of the above provokes thought, even as a phrase. Just one simple little phrase that provokes ideas and problems, anything to get our brain working and our lives tied in a never ending knot of conflicts and thoughts. The phrase doesn’t only find itself on tests in school or your permit book or paper work, it’s a phrase branded into our lives by the same hand that writes our story. Whether you believe it’s your own, or it falls in the hands of someone greater than you. Our lives and everyday paths are littered with choices. Whether it be to walk a certain path to third period, to ignore the person you hate, to eat lunch at mcdonalds rather than the cafeteria, all the way up to choosing the life you want to live and the job you want to work. There’s no way to sugar coat the fact that making choices fucking sucks. You flick dust the wrong way and you end up dissolving the hopes and dreams of a starving child in Africa. For example, you’re faced with opportunity to go get high and let loose, but on the other hand you cancel your plans with your friend who’s been waiting for weeks to see you. But… why can’t you have both? Why can’t you go get high, come back for your friend, go home, do your chores, finish your homework, cook dinner, and save a suicidal friend at 1:00 in the morning after your nightly breakdown? Why can’t you do all of the above? I’m sure it’s possible, why else would it be an option? You walk home after school, with a headache and a feeling of complete and utter uselessness and the need to weep. Option A: You sit in your own solitude and wait it out. Option B: You sit and you text your best friend and bring them down with you, unwilling to move or climb out of the rut you dug against your will to smother your pain in; dragging them down knowing you won’t feel any relief and neither will they. Option C: You pick yourself up and move on. You take some painkillers and you sleep it off and move on, and you change. And then there’s option D: All of the above.
The most tempting is D. The ability to do anything and everything. The ability to mourn and weep, to show others your weakness but to heal yourself in the end. Why would anyone decide to stick with one boring path when you can take them all? Mourn, drag, heal. Mourn, drag, heal. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Keep circling all of the above. You know you will. You know you’ll come back to it. First A, then B, then C, and then when none of them work exactly breath by breath how you crave them to you’ll hit the emergency button. D. All of the above. The phrase that once provokes thought now provokes every inch of your mind to the point where it swallows it whole. With everything you come across in life, from relationships, to entertainment, to pain, you’ll always want all of the above. It’s what you’ve always wanted. Choices have no meaning when you can just take on everything you face without a second thought, without telling yourself you’ll actually achieve it or not. Until you become the failed test, the rejected permit book, or the shredded paper work. When you realize all of the above is the only option you chose because it’s the easiest way out. It provokes no thought, and that’s why you love it. You thought taking it all would be your fastest way to salvation, when it was really your only ticket to self destruction. And what to do from here? A. Mourn. B. Drag. C. Heal. D. None of the above."
"All Of The Above" -Michael Holte (via dreamdumpster) ←