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I think the key to the start of any good relationship is to remember how the other person likes their coffee.
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^reblogging again for that gif

Accurate gif is accurate

Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.
How I’m going to propose  (via jovitaramos)







"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.


so this girl at my school was mad at me so on facebook she sent me


instead of correcting her spelling, i just took her profile picture and made this and sent it to her


she doesn’t get it

I’m so in love with this. I can’t even. Ah. My favourite feeling in the world is putting your head beneath the water and entering an entirely different place, So peaceful, so quiet. What I miss more than anything when I’m living away from the ocean is being able to duck under and leave all my worries on the surface.

I’m so in love with this. I can’t even. Ah. My favourite feeling in the world is putting your head beneath the water and entering an entirely different place, So peaceful, so quiet. What I miss more than anything when I’m living away from the ocean is being able to duck under and leave all my worries on the surface.


my blog will make you horny ;)


my blog will make you horny ;)


Soooo I’ve decided to get rid of some of my old shit. Here are the rules homies!

  • Only reblogs count (no likes, you don’t need to be following I just wanna get rid of this stuff.)
  • The more you reblog, the more chance you’ll have.
  • I will ship anywhere but the DVD region code is for Australia. (certain DVD players and computer programs such as VLC should play em though)  
  • This give away ends at 12pm Australian time August the 8th 2014.
  • I will inbox you if you win.

In this give away you’ll find:

  • New Sleek blusher . Colour- Californ.i.a 370
  • Forever New lace crop top - Medium size
  • Set of three gold coloured zig- zag bangles that fit together
  • Skins series 1-3
  • Juno
  • Adventure Time - My Two Favourite People
  • Adventure Time - It Came From The Nightosphere (all the DVD’s have been watched but they work fine.)
  • Aztec Necklace and Earrings 
  • House of Harlow gold plated bangle

If anyone actually wants this - good luck! XX


"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"



my sister asked what type of soup I was eating but I didnt know what to say because I had just poured orange juice into a bowl and was drinking it with a spoon


I’m so nervous about sorority recruitment its in a little less than a month, and I know I need to lose a little weight, and I need to be a little more tan. But I keep feeling inferior and like I wont get any bids because I’m gonna be too different than them.

I think what I need to do is not be…




A conversation with a seven year old.

i think probly the slenderman

Why are seven year olds on facebook?