My Drunk Closet is one of my favorite things.
One of my favorite FAVORITE vids:
MY DRUNK CLOSET
He just shit on your whole life, bitch.
QUESTION: If I add noodles to this does that make a peanut sauce? If not, does anybody got a secret recipe?
This is so disgusting omg
it really is.
This is so sad
yall making too much of a deal of this who cares
Yeah sure, who cares.
Who cares when people would rather line up like this every year to spend hundreds on a damn phone than give/donate even just a few dollars to a charity or help out those in need and struggling to sustain themselves.
Spend hundreds to buy an iPhone or spend less than a hundred to change a life?
this just in: human brain incapable of caring about more than 1 thing in a lifetime, iphone owners will never spend money on anything other than a phone ever, buying products of own money because you want them makes one incapable of empathy or knowing about charity
in other news: tumblr users still pretentious shits on high horses who think that they’re better than everyone based on nothing but holier-than-thou assumptions
this post is my magnum opus
LITERALLY MY FAVORITEThis is so much better than any russian roulette or “poison cookie” analogy.
how many times do you think you’ve seen the same bird twice.
out of all the things on this website that have fucked me up this is one of the worst
very chilling topic on twitter right now.
i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.
i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.
then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.
the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.
it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.
facebook really does have a tendency to make ppl show their true colours lmao
and no im not erasing the names they commented on a public page boohoo
How are they gettin so mad about this
"hey sexual assault is bad" "SJW FEMINIST PROPAGANDA THIS IS THE END, HASHTAG GAMERGATE"
what I don’t understand is why wanting to stop sexual assault is a bad thing —such a bad thing, apparently, that bros throw will indignant entitled tantrums about it, in a public forum, and attach their names to it as though it isn’t damning evidence of their callous disregard for others. like, how does someone make these kinds of comments and not step back and be like “wait, did I really just say that?” do they not notice or just not care how indefensible that shit is?
I mean, if you’re not for preventing rape, then what ARE you for?
of all the things to be angry about, you choose to be angry that a company pays lip service to sexual assault prevention? really? are your priorities really that fucked?