sygol:

tyaz:

I be like “lord” “god” “jesus christ” and the mfs dont even mean anything to me

just to participate in the ethnosemantic drama of it all

toesucker:

knifeofvenus:

My pussy is fat my heart is fatter got a tiny brain made of snickerdoodle batter

livebloggingmydescentintomadness:

tumbwr:

ALT

wikisurfer:

MSG is to white women what fentanyl is to cops

austimpowerz:

uses my insane musscle memory to open 4 wrong apps in a row

melagerie:

I have made some memes to commemorate the day

bemusedlybespectacled:

catlips001:

m0uthslikesidewindermissiles:

catlips001:

kosmonin:

do kids these days know about glomping?

What is that?

hehe…. *glomps you* OwO

:3

What the fuck?

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost; for none now live who remember it.

galactic-magick:

queermaddscientist:

Get yourself a fabric store that will light your fabric on fire for you

No but legit I asked what the fiber content of something was and the guy didn’t know so he cut a chunk off and lit it on fire and felt the ashes and was like. Yeah this is mostly cotton with a lil bit of silk. And that was the moment I knew. This is it. This is the fabric store for me. Also that guy is marriage material. Not for me but damn some person is gonna be so happy with him.

c3rvida3:

c3rvida3:

My friend Robin sends me so many posts. I consider them a sort of social media platform at this point. I wake up in the morning and check my messages, like, “Ooh, I wonder what kinda posts are on Robin dot com today.” It’s great.

I should note that the posts are never good.