euthanizeallwhitepeople:


tamarussia:

shadygrifter:

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dremoranightmares:

oh god i tried to explain i’d’ve and y’all’d’ve to a friend who is a korean exchange student and she just kind of stared at me in horror for a minute lmao

SOMEONE EXPLAIN???

y’all’d’ve is a triple contraction, which breaking it down is “you all would have”compare to: “you + all” -> “y’all”"you + would" -> "you’d"and" you + have" -> "you’ve"

im sorry people learning english

Fuck this language
"The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward." - Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via kushandwizdom)

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methimatics:

me at school

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strawberriesandabs:

jumpingjacktrash:


thischick25:


This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…


men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.


THE NOTES ON THIS


because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.” 

BUT THISTHISTHISTHISTHIS

so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT

Forever grateful for this post for removing the shame of going into a different store and finding that the pants do not fit me even though I am WEARING the “same size” pants right that moment.

when i worked in retail, i tried to explain this concept to customers all the time, and they always got angry with me like i was lying about how ridiculous women’s sizing is.
nitrogen:

(18+)
casparlee:

For my future wife.

dggystyle:

It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.

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titytwochainz:

every family got a plastic bag full of plastic bags

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unimpressedlittlegirl:

Best friend was feelin’ sad so I made her some brownies 😏
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