no-this-is-jarod:

public school dress code

no-this-is-jarod:

public school dress code

the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand

deerstagram:

Remember when one direction was pranked and harry was literally ready to help a lady give birth

garfeildlogan:

this thing w ferguson is making me wonder how many of the historical riots that happened in the 20th century they teach you about in school were actually ‘riots’ ??

kookie667:

Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

the-art-of-fangirling:

Lee Pace + text posts

nahveen:

Disney Ladies Hair Changes On Screen

for anonymous

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

This.

(via byrdiegrey)

birdywillow:

people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience

dogalyst:

idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk

lmnpnch:

Nebula and Gamora: adopted sisters, daughters of Thanos.

As mad as her master 

eldiablocabra:

awkwardvagina:

alvxandra:

oh look it’s the leader of the free world breaking the cardinal rule of chipotleimage

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"Retract your arm immediately, Mr. President" 

brutereason:

The Woman Against Feminism Twitter is my favorite.

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