justbadpuns:

What is a thesaurus’ favorite dessert? Synonym buns.

(Source: justbadpuns, via allidreamedup)

lovatodirtylove:

me, lonely as shit: i’m lonely as shit

anyone: hey do you want to hang out m-

me, exhausted suddenly: no

(Source: greelin, via oooolookashinything)

goldibox:

*50 years from now*

Old History Professor: In 2018 there was a rise in LGBT+ representation in media. Finally there was more music, movies and TV shows like never before for this community-

Child in the back: Is it true they called 2018 “20gayteen” because of how…”gay” it was?

Old History Professor: …..Yes.

Old History Professor: And it was the most fitting epithet ever.

(via saraquinruinedmylife)

ughcherish:

hestiadonis:

therisingofdawn:

dirtyheathen:

renewinglaurenjane:

Do me a favor okay?
Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.

You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.

Thank you

no post on tumblr has ever hit me more than this whoa

So, I really needed to hear this today. 

this.

(via creakling)

this image by j.c. leyendecker is the absolute epitome of wlw/mlm solidarity

astrotheology:

look at the two of them. dressed to the nines. silks from france and cotton from egypt. chanel on them both. they’re at a party neither of them was invited to, but so damn good looking that no one in their right mind would turn them away at the door. the woman - titties free under that dress, scoping out women in salacious flapper dresses in gloves created from 100,000 insects’ life work. the man - smoking a cigarette he took out from the mouth of one of the millionaires at the party, saying nothing but giving him a slow smile and a wink. the flower in his lapel is fake. dying plants in your clothing is such a hideous fashion. the both of them haven’t spoken to anyone there, though everyone has tried. they stand on the stairs staring at the heterosexual proles gathered below them together, and the two of them wonder if those fools realize that they’re outclassed, that in every way, they’ve been outdone. they leave early with a bottle of champagne in each fist, and no one stops them.

(via toddsfall)