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some people: oh no!!! tumblrs ending in a month this is so sad where will my autoplay blog go other people: finally my sentence is served and I am eligible for parole
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if you had a time machine you could sleep til like 6 then get in and go back to midnight and get double sleep. that’s probably the only use for such a machine though
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imagine being in a smelly car. now imagine that it is dirty too
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the worst part about the robots
is they have no use for blogs
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The reason I stay up late is because I don’t want my free time to end and tomorrow to start
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i’m the guy who shoots the bullet through the CDs to make the hole
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old people arguing on facebook over politics on posts that have nothing to do with them is I think a very high tier of art. I love seeing their misspellings, imagining them clunking away on their giant ipads, each not knowing where the backspace is. I love the drama, the logical forms they arrive at, the use of smiley faces to bring down the hammer after a well-aimed spar, and how one of them is always named dave or cheryl
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i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
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remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp
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please stop trying to sell me weed over tumblr
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