May 22, 2012 • 14,913 notes • 0ver-doze
kyssthis16: Exactly. How the fuck is it an entry level job but you need years of experience to do it? In what world does that ACTUALLY make sense? I mean, fa’real? No. 

kyssthis16:

Exactly. How the fuck is it an entry level job but you need years of experience to do it? In what world does that ACTUALLY make sense? I mean, fa’real? No. 

May 21, 2012 • 9,376 notes • flavorpill
motherjones: braiker: well played flavorpill: Yes. “I really wanted to like this sign, but…” This is glorious *sniff*

motherjones:

braiker:

well played

flavorpill:

Yes.

“I really wanted to like this sign, but…”

This is glorious *sniff*

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May 21, 2012 • 31,944 notes • midnightcode
My problem with this is people DO act like people with illnesses like diabetes and cystic fibrosis are fakey ass whiney fakers who overplay their problems to get sympathy/out of work, or if they just took more vitamins and homeopathic fish oil infused goat cheese and went on a diet of all raw beets their problems would all go away…

My problem with this is people DO act like people with illnesses like diabetes and cystic fibrosis are fakey ass whiney fakers who overplay their problems to get sympathy/out of work, or if they just took more vitamins and homeopathic fish oil infused goat cheese and went on a diet of all raw beets their problems would all go away…

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May 21, 2012 • 1,558 notes • atheistoverdose

stfuconservatives:

christiantheatheist:

atheistoverdose:

My good deed for the day.

I fucking hate anti-vaxers.

Fantastic reply.

“They also contain the influenza virus itself”

YOU DON’T SAY!

OK, if you’re a grown-up who doesn’t understand how vaccines work, you don’t deserve to have any. And you certainly shouldn’t be warning people about them.

-Jess

Hahaha, omg I can’t believe people are saying flu vaccinations are bad because they contain the flu virus ITSELF. What did they think was supposed to be in them? Unicorn piss?

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May 21, 2012 • 2,019 notes • lacigreen

i will not *respect* anti-gay bigotry because it is part of someone’s “beliefs”. if someone is a hateful asshole, they don’t get my respect. period.

lacigreen:

sorry, not sorry.

May 20, 2012 • 2 notes • swaeemyway

swaeemyway:

you know what i don’t understand… is how Toph had a kid (Chief Lin Beifong)　

She had SEX

May 20, 2012 • 21,965 notes • hanksypanky
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

kyssthis16:

youonlyliveonce92:

glossylalia:

face-down-asgard-up:

hanksypanky:

name ten things that aren’t skrillex

omg

I am so done.

LOOOOOL

I quit. Everything. 

May 20, 2012 • 19,465 notes • nervouscrashh
thingshappentome: lalondie: i didn’t know mountain dew had that much cocaine unless that one on the left isn’t a water bottle i think this guy just drinks sugar water If we can’t avoid sugar by drinking water, what the fuck are we supposed to drink?

thingshappentome:

lalondie:

i didn’t know mountain dew had that much cocaine

unless that one on the left isn’t a water bottle

i think this guy just drinks sugar water

If we can’t avoid sugar by drinking water, what the fuck are we supposed to drink?

May 20, 2012 • 9 notes • siriusdanger

The Time Is Now

siriusdanger:

May 20, 2012 • 114,366 notes • setyourphaserstostun
sadienita: alittleveggies: requiemsong: mldmnnrdrprtr: crazylipgloss: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle. Reblogging for the comment How old are you?  “ten” How long have you been ten? “…” HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town. “You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.” The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.  “How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know. “Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone. Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine. Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure. “How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew. “A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories. Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain. “I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole. Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale. He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.” Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack. Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.” ^^^better story than twilight

sadienita:

alittleveggies:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

^^^better story than twilight

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