THEMES THAT YOU LIKE
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Abracadabra! Wow. I like... boys on swings. And girls on skateboards. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows-- I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like people who don't smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on. I love food.. In some ways I love... everything. It's less of a thing than like. Less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There's more choice in like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much, I feel like I can float away.

jungwildeandfree:

thisismedisappearing:

I stubbed my toe and naturally I screamed “mOTHERFUCKER” and then my dad poked his head out of the livingroom and said “you rang?”

hats off for the ultimate dad joke

(via erya)

daddyhole:

daddyhole:

reservoire doge. someone make that into a joke and get back to me

image

nevermind i got it

(via daddyhole)

gloryholeguillotine:

Starbucks coffee and thigh gap

fairytrainer:

b-i-l-l-y-m-a-y-s:

fairytrainer:

i really hate hearing “ew anal sex is gross! shit comes out of there!” because let’s quickly go over what comes out of a vagina:

  1. blood
  2. babies

3. urine

how did the human race survive with men in charge of everything for so long if they don’t even understand that vaginas don’t pee

(via spankingkink)

piksies:

sometimes you just need oral sex

(via spankingkink)

retroactiveeurydices:

oxheadandhorsefacearedead:

retroactiveeurydices:

koalatea:

i dont need a boyfriend i need 12 million dollars and a donut 

12 million dollars can be used to obtain many donuts.

explain how

money can be exchanged for goods and services

(via theofficialgordonramsay)

cockringtoss:

hearing teachers swear keeps me young

(via prolusion)

unclefather:

someone’s mom: make yourself at home, would you like something to drink?

me: *very dry mouth like spongebob in sandy’s tree dome*

me: no thank you

(via spoken-not-written)