insertepithethere:

If you’re awake reblog this, and I’ll tell you a joke.

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adirtylilsecret:

looneytoonz242:

Looool Niles killed me

His reads were EPIC

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kkkill:


Victorian era house in Angeleno Heights, Los Angeles

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yowing:

person: alright i’ll talk to you guys later!

most people: ok bye see you tomorrow!

me: alright, hey tell your dog I said hi lolol

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darkmarxsoul:

iflybikes:

When men talk of women and girls in terms of legal/not legal, what they’re really saying is “I already sexually objectify this child and would attempt to fuck her if there were no laws in the way.”

You can’t deny that is fucking scary.

Sometimes there are things that just sort of vaguely seem wrong, but you can’t put your finger on why…until it’s worded like this, and suddenly everything slides into place and you feel like someone punched you in the gut.

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You better believe there is thunder between these thighs, and if you’ve ever had the opportunity to hear it roll, you’re a lucky man.

I’m not here to please you. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t think that my titties are perky enough, my ass is round enough, and my stomach is flat enough. I hold myself to a higher standard than to be another “hot piece of ass”.

My sexuality and what I chose to do with my body are my choices and mine alone. I’m as sharp as a tack, got the sass of a pissed off drag queen, I fuck like a pro, and cook like a boss. Those things were not designed for the purpose of pleasing you because that’s what is expected of me. They were designed so that I could use them to please you if I so chose to.

My confidence doesn’t come from any man telling me that I’m beautiful. It comes from knowing that I am, regardless of what any man says. If you don’t think so, your opinion doesn’t matter, and you can kiss my ass if you think that I’m going to do anything to make myself prettier to meet your “standards”

When I bust my ass at the gym, I’m doing it for me. When I work my ass off and make my money, I’m doing it for me. When I dress myself, shave my legs, and put on makeup, I’m doing it for me. I’m here to do me, not to do you.

If my feminist views upset you, good. I’m sure it kills you that a woman can think for herself, and not to please someone else. I am worth more that my breasts, my lips, my vagina, my anything physical on my person. If you consider me only an option with a nice rack, you can consider yourself a good as dead to me.

I am too smart, too strong, too gorgeous, and too level headed to deal with anyone’s shit. I can be a sweet as sugar, but as fiery as a ghost pepper. I have my shit together, and I will be no ones second choice or last resort.

I love myself. I am the queen of my castle. I am a woman, and it is not my job to please you.

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notmattsmith:

nine: don’t wander off

ten: don’t wander off

eleven: don’t wander off

twelve: 

image

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Q: do you have a tattoo masterpost?

Of my own tattoos? No, but after I get my new one this Friday, I need to!

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