tyleroakley:

another day, another moment where I can’t not reblog this

(Source: chriscanandwill)

(Source: ay-ell-oh)

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

guyfsmiley asked:

if birds are avian dinosaurs, and chickens are birds, aren't dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets made out of real dinosaurs?

edwardspoonhands:

A man came to our class once,
he claimed to be a fair judge
with daughters he loved.

He asked a question to the class:
“When should a minor be tried
as an adult?”
and students began raising their hand

“murder”
he wrote it up on the board.

“robbery”
he wrote it up on the board.

I said, “Rape”
and he paused, he asked
for clarification

“You mean violent rape?”

“no I mean rape.
It is all the same.”

he looked to a boy
who said “rape only if
he used a weapon and
hurt her.”

and I said, “rape is rape,
whether his weapon is a knife,
drugs, or guilt. She said no.”

he shook his head,
and wrote
“Violent rape” on the board
anyways.

I never understood,
because you can kill somebody
quietly and peacefully with drugs,
or with guns and knives or cars;
but nobody cares if the murder was “violent”

it was still murder.

—#yesallwomen by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via theyellowbrickroad)

(Source: -poetic)

if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands

—(via solacity)

(Source: anachronica)

charminglyantiquated:

a little love story about mermaids and tattoos

humansofnewyork:

“No more excitement for me. No more parties. No more boyfriends. No more husbands. I just want some peace. I want to sit on the beach with a martini. No, not a martini— a glass of wine. Because wine is what they drink in Spain, and I want to be in Spain. I want a house on the beach in Spain where my kids can visit during the summer. Well, not the whole summer. I want a house on the beach in Spain where my kids can visit for two weeks every summer.”

humansofnewyork:

“No more excitement for me. No more parties. No more boyfriends. No more husbands. I just want some peace. I want to sit on the beach with a martini. No, not a martini— a glass of wine. Because wine is what they drink in Spain, and I want to be in Spain. I want a house on the beach in Spain where my kids can visit during the summer. Well, not the whole summer. I want a house on the beach in Spain where my kids can visit for two weeks every summer.”

Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

Porphyria R’lyeh

(via ichfuehlmich-funky)

(Source: bitchebitch)

jon-snow:

god bless sdcc