fantasticsteve:

ohyousourwolf:

Why is it that evil villains always find poison to inject into their victims like just literally fill the syringe with air and just stick the needle between their toes or something. It’ll mimic a heart attack and the victim will die pretty quick and NO ONE WILL ASK MANY QUESTIONS BECAUSE IT’LL LOOK LIKE A HEART ATTACK

first of all how do you know this information i feel like the government doesnt want you to know that

fykamalakhan:

"One of my favorite mottos, I actually have it written on a post-it over my computer. I look at it every single day. It was said by a poet named Rumi and it goes, ‘Do not be satisfied with stories, that which has come before. Unfold your own myth.’ And that is our challenge. Every single one of us, no matter the categories we have inherited. We must unfold our own myth. And it won’t be easy. We’re constantly navigating, rearranging, reinventing others’ expectation of ourselves everyday. But every word we write in the narrative of our own lives, we come closer to uncovering what’s beneath our own masks, maybe even embracing that true misfit, that true crazy one within. Oh, it’ll be a fight, that’s for sure, but that battle for your soul, for your authentic self. It’s worth it, isn’t it? It’s bold, it’s brave. In fact, I would say it’s heroic. So now, it’s your turn: tell me your story.

Myths, Misfits, & Masks by Sana Amanat at TedxTeen (x)

s00tball:

guykneecologist:

This.

THANK FUCKING YOU, YES. FUCK.


EVERYONE READ AND PREACH THIS.
YES.

dekutree:

mitch-the-snow-prince:

Someone had to draw this exact frame.

And someone else said this was okay.

heyyousexypanda:

inbox:

I’m a teenager why does my back hurt I’m not 70 years old

*mom voice* you spend too much time on that computer

itssexualhour:

so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop

pokemoncap:

good.

niggasandcomputers:

Flawless