I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”
dont talk to me about murderfamily bcus i’ll probably start crying
(click for fullsize bcus tumblr is awful)
when u use ur boobs to get someone to notice u
i cant believe i bought THE shinji ikari for a price of $9.99
i love when dogs sigh. its like, hey bud, long day at the office?
I’ve had it up to here with “why-can’t-we-all-just-get-along” activists.
There is a distinction between working to create a safe space where everyone is valued and working to create a space where privileged people are spared the possibility of feeling responsible.
hey straight people how’s that going for you?
fine actually. how’s being intolerant of nature’s choices going for you?
it’s going real great! i don’t understand why the leaves fall off the fucking trees in the winter and it pisses me off