I wonder how old everyone is on tumblr.. Put a | by your age.
i remember one time this dude sent me a shirtless pic with the caption “lol maybe u can save this for a rainy day ;)”
and i was like “for what? to keep me dry? because that’s what it’s doing right now”
Facing this stuff in real life is not like school.
when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
they’re married now
So the guy that hit on me last night at work came back into my store today and I pointed him out to 2 of my coworkers and according to them this guy is a neo nazi. I shit you not that he has a swastika tattoo on his leg.
Like really? Can I get a normal guy to hit on me and not someone who is probably going to go to prison for hate crimes?
the horror and concentration on his face
My little brother and I were swimming and my dad walked out and said “it’s trash day tomorrow you know what that means” and my brother looked at me dead in the eyes and said “it’s time for you to go.”
OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S BACK.
I will ALWAYS reblog this. No matter what.
I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS WEBSITE LIKE I CANNOT.
I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT.
like…who makes the decisions and why do the friends go along with it….
THAT THING RIGHT THERE