Yasssssss, Nicki! Preach🙌🏻💕

fuck a double text I’ll quad text u think I care buzz buzz it’s me again ho

What do they put in ketchup that makes it so water-y??

i feel it in my bones, i’m on F I R E

FUCK

oh. oh no.

Margarita drunk on a Wednesday. Test on a Thursday. This is doing life correctly yes?

This is so beautifully written and it makes me nostalgic for my childhood and my golden best friend that crossed the rainbow bridge in 2018🥰😭🥰

Golden Retriever

Brown eyes, four paws, a wagging tail Wet nose right up my mug The properest sit I’ll ever see When you chance getting ice-cream from me

A gentle touch in the morning Asking for a belly rub, a cuddle, a paw massage Insisting we wake up and go out in the yard

Opening the door a golden smile greets me There you are! I missed you too Yes I’ll have that toy And I’ll play with you too

Eyes half shut Oh you’re sleepy? I’m sleepy too And then a noise interrupts You tell them off You keep me safe A peaceful sleep awaits

Fluffy ears, puppy licks, curled up tail Softest fur right up my side The sweetest dream every night Of you and me running side by side

My roommate just followed me on tumblr so she can send me funny posts and idk for sure but I think this is gonna be the best roommate relationship in the history of ever

“WHO’S GOT A TAMPON? I JUST GOT MY PERIOD, I will announce loudly to nobody in particular in a women’s bathroom in a San Francisco restaurant, or to a co-ed dressing room of a music festival in Prague, or to the unsuspecting gatherers in a kitchen at a party in Sydney, Munich, or Cincinnati. Invariably, across the world, I have seen and heard the rustling of female hands through backpacks and purses, until the triumphant moment when a stranger fishes one out with a kind smile. No money is ever exchanged. The unspoken universal understanding is: Today, it is my turn to take the tampon. Tomorrow, it shall be yours. There is a constant, karmic tampon circle. It also exists, I’ve found, with Kleenex, cigarettes, and ballpoint pens.”

— Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help  (via thulelohe)

pEOPle WHO CAN WRITE

PEOPLE whO CAN dRAW

PEoPLE WHo CAN wriTE AND DRaW

Food for Thought

Honestly, I really hate it when I tell people I'm making/eating food and they respond "did you make/save some for me?" Like no get your own damn food I can barely feed myself 98% of the time don't expect me to try and take care of you too.