Sam - 25

Smellyummy: adjective; that which smells yummy but does not taste yummy; examples: candles, soap.

shardbearing:

are you gay? do you like clowns? these shirts aren’t about clowns but do support them financially in their clown endeavors. and by them I mean me and my bestie @the-paperclown. we’re starting a fairly ambitious clown project that we sure could use some funding for!

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both of these shirts are available for sale on our bonfire, and we’ll be adding more in the future!

adriftinhilbertspace:

jakemorph:

there used to be a time where if you asked an american for “a blowie” they wouldn’t give a fuck because they found your australian accent so irresistable. but now they have to question fucking everything. “why is a blowjob called a blowie”. “why is a picture of yourself called a selfie”. “why is a barbecue called a barbie” like these arent the most dumb fucking questions imaginable. VAMOOSE

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today i learned‼️

catboybiologist:

aropride:

aropride:

i love cishets and their somewhat ugly pride merch that lets us know they’re at least fairly safe to be around i’m serious. like genuinely being like 13 and seeing random adults at the store in black “love is love” shirts where every letter is a different pride flag and the whole thing clashes horribly was the most comforting thing.

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^ type of guy id see in the local walmart age 13 who would give me the will to live for the next 5 years

Okay rbing with a bit of commentary

But there’s def an enormous group of cishets that are supportive, but incredibly incredibly awkward around queer people. If this is you (tbh I don’t think there’s a single cishet in my followers list at this point but hey just in case) PLEASE keep signalling it, even in dumb little awkward ways. I see a random piece of pride merch and it makes me that much more comfortable around someone <3

hungwy:

Me: there are bunnies under the deck eating bird seed… very cute

My dad (very serious): they will grow wings.

softestmelancholy:

wish my life was like a 90’s movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

catmask:

catmask:

today my bf and i were talking about visiting my home for the holidays and i was (sadly) wondering aloud if i should cut my hair and our kid was like “why would you cut your hair??? your hair is cool” and not knowing how to explain it to him i said “my family doesnt think boys should have long hair” to which he went silent, wordlessly pulled out his phone and then swiftly held it out with a picture of keeanu reeves on his phone

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^ POV u are me witnessing my 15 year old decimate decades of transphobia in an instant

thechekhov:

if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon

deerdroo:

only-tiktoks:

Translation:

Hey, people. Today we’re cooking a little puppy to serve with the rice we have over there. We let it simmer for a while.

Ten minutes later, there it is, a bit brown, we stir it a little and let it simmer for another 10 minutes.

Now it must be almost done… Yeah, it’s almost done to perfection. I’m gonna give it 5 seconds more… Uh? My mother’s calling, I’m gonna check what does she want.

Oh, damn it…! I left it like 5 minutes… (gasps) it’s burned, it’s burned it'sburnedit'sburnedit'sburned. We’ll have to leave this recipe for other day. No, look how it ended up! it’s charred, completely charred