fatbodypolitics:

pooperscoopin:

katsplanet:

whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye

HELP

OMG as it meows down the stairs.

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I’d choose you. Every goddamned time.
sixwordstory (via drowhn)

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whitegirlsaintshit:

how can you suck dick like that? there’s no vacuum. his face is always gonna have a draft. you can smell his breath on every side of his face. this nigga can’t be near water no more, he’d drown trying wash his face. he ain’t never gonna replenish his thirst. smh i wish him the best.

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vinebox:

worst pain imaginable

sixpenceee:

Highly requested post. Once again I post these because it’s just a thrill to READ abut them even. 

I have received various messages from people who actually tried some of these games and got back horrifying, emotionally and physically scarring results. 

You have been warned over and over again not to try it. 

hide and seek: playing cat and mouse with a possessed doll

fortune: asking spirits for your entire future

things you never want to do: a collection of dare-devil activities

midnight man: summoning a demon

how to actually contact blood mary: self-explanatory

living doll: inducing a spirit to possess a doll

concentrate: a game to figure out how you will die 

kokkuri-san: summon a spirit to ask about the future 

three kings: access to another dimension 

shoe box telephone: communication with the dead

elevator game: access to another world you may or may not get out of 

bath game: summoning a ghost that will follow you around all day

cat scratch: to summon a spirit that leave claw marks on your back

sandman game: persons body feels much heavier

baby blue: to summon an evil baby spirit

light as a feather: make person’s body light enough to lift up with fingers


thecakebar:

Peanut Butter Cheesecake 

caskett-copop83:

This is like the cutest thing ever. It’s from the gif-set I reblogged.

Taking its first steps, and after successfully doing so, the chick goes “Yay!”

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It’s so freaking cute.

thebaconsandwichofregret:

-everysecond:

the-pastoralist:

What a color scheme. I would have a damn hard time deciding how to paint each section of trim on a Victorian.

OH MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

a paint job like this requires high quality paint, a lot of patience and a fuckton of masking tape

buggy-heichou:

ampullae:

withasperity:

[image: a photo of a manatee pressing its face against a glass wall]

blorp

*low pitch noot*

(Source: pocula)

It’s 2am and I miss you
just like I did last night at 9pm
and just like I will tomorrow
at 6am when I wake up without you

cherenigans:

do you think whoever was designing the default netflix avatar made a mistake somewhere but just sat there laughing at the result for so long that the whole design team decided to keep it

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.


It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)
228,363 plays Shawty Wanna Fuck

dualchainz:

babeobaggins:

this was the best song of 2013 i’m not kidding

he really got bars like people reblog this as a joke but he really went off

(Source: lavagoth)

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