I thought I could keep on without reblogging it.
I was wrong.
they should just start to hire tumblr to make adverts for them.
Its.. it’s just the ood.. I don’t even know.
(via angelaissomewhere)Source: just-mimimi
PUNJAMMIES™ are made by women in India rescued from forced prostitution seeking to rebuild their lives. Proceeds from the sales of PUNJAMMIES™ provide fair-trade wages, savings accounts, and holistic recovery care.
THESE are gorgeous and I want some
jesus these look COMFORTABLE
(via angelaissomewhere)Source: madkao
"A photo of Nicolas Cage, which 40,000 students can now share and enjoy whenever they want."
The future is now.
This is still going around? That was last year! And it was terribly, terribly amusing.
Especially because I know the Nicolas Cage guy.Source: auraofdawn
Peacock Hamlet confronted by father’s ghost.
SHUT UP. EVERYTHING IS HAMLET.
*resists urge to direct all-peacock productions of various Shakespeare plays*
Peacock Hamlet suspicious of Peacock Ophelia’s motives.
Peacock Polonius is sick and tired of Peacock Hamlet’s shit
Peacockcrantz and Guildenpeacock are not on Fortunes cap the very button, but neither are they the soles of her shoes. In fact, they are peacocks.
I JUST NEED THIS ON MY BLOG.
OH MY GOD, IT’S EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN IT WAS YESTERDAY.
(via audreyii-fic)Source: hinduthug
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.