There really is beauty everywhere. In the waves. In cityscapes. In flowers. In death. In lakes. In mountains. In dicks. Especially in dicks.
so i was wearing a tank top and i haven’t shaved my armpits, and I was tutoring one of my kids and i raised my arms and he saw the hair and I covered it and he said ‘No need to cover, we are all hairy. Women, men, who cares?'
the boy is 12.
the worst fuckin thing is
“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”
“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”
“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”
“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”
The last one seems more doable
One of these women is despised and hated for being awkward.
The other is applauded and worshipped for the exact same reason.
I know other factors come into play.
But something isn’t right there.
ones an extrovert and ones an introvert voila la différence
One had to portray a disaster of a character, one didn’t
Both were doing their jobs as actresses. One was better written.
dont let tumblr make you believe that
-eating car hubcaps is cool
-being an inanimate object is acceptable
-post-avant jazzcore is better than progressive dreamfunk
-having a corporeal form is healthy
-chemtrails aren’t real
My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
On Wednesdays we reblog
IT’S 1:07 AM
I PASSED MY PERMIT TEST
Eat it until she cums or don’t eat it at all.
how do u even explain twenty one pilots like “ukulele man and drummer boy sing songs and rap and sometimes cover elvis and they do the backflip thing sometimes”
i have more favorite songs than friends