Let’s not beat around the bush, Tumblr will soon enough be dead. There.
I went on another date tonight.
Anonymous asked: Your farts are amazing
[[MORE]] This is a strange statement but I just hate having feelings so much. They’re nothing but trouble for me.
Too often I question whether or not I even exist when waking up in the morning.
not-even-funny: Don’t go in the Daft Punk tag now, Don’t go in the Daft Punk tag ever.
Pop pop pop, watchin’ muh follower count drop.
Choosing auto insurance is difficult. Should I get collision coverage? Should I get comprehensive? Should I just get the bare minimum? Ugh.
I’m in a rut.
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels… Except chocolate.
wienermeister: aww u wanna drink lil guy? here u go enjoy
I’m going to try teaching myself Calculus, I hope I can do it.
Male here. I can safely say this is largely inaccurate. By the time I could form my first sentence “Momma”, it was clear that I was lusting to rape my mother after suckling her tits for so many weeks. I wanted nothing but to stick my undeveloped cock inside her gaping vagina, I had nothing else on my mind but rape. I’ve started taking estrogen tablets at the suggestion of my girlfriend so I can...
I’m so out of touch with my feelings. Oh well.
My favorite part of college is leaving it.
Burn in hell Trigonometry final. You’re the last thing I must complete before I can leave this school forever.
appropinquabamus replied to your post: For the past couple of months my follower count… illuminati muh false flags, muh police state, muh war crimes
For the past couple of months my follower count has been fluctuating between 802 and 804 followers. A tad strange, no?
Damn girl you look so tan(c)/sin(c).
Good, evil, both are fine choices.
Let’s touch cloacae.
forcedanonymous replied to your post: My father spoke of starting a pizzeria in the… not only that, but pizza. Pizza will kill me.
My father spoke of starting a pizzeria in the future with his current business partner; I really hope this idea comes to fruition. Mainly because I want to design the website. logo, and packaging.
radarpaal: I find it absolutely astounding how this website seems to create problems out of everything. Every statement, opinion, event, article, literally everything is picked apart and over analyzed and made into something sexist or racist or fascist. I remember reading a post that had a picture of a man wearing a pink shirt that said ‘save the boobs’ or something along those lines. It was...
I’m so proud of how Bazaar.tf is doing. To think that it’s almost been a year since the website launched.
Today was the worst work day I’ve experienced so far. Now I must frantically study for my Trigonometry test in hopes that I don’t flunk it. Why hasn’t anyone killed me yet? I only ask of it to be done every other text post.
What if we were forced to shout out the blog posts we’ve made in the past month out in the real world?
If I dig a hole into the ground and stick my penis in it, am I fucking the Earth?
I wish tomorrow just didn’t exist so I could go to Miami already.
Hey, join this TF2/Dota2/Steam treasure hunt on my website: http://bazaar.tf/trails Is gud deal )))))))
forcedanonymous: >wearing blue for autism awareness day shouldnt you be wearing a fedora instead
My club had such a great event today, but I feel so crappy right now.
Fuck Comic Sans and fuck everyone using it ironically thinking that they’re funny.
jasmine-blu: ignitionpoint: men cannot be raped. Men cannot be raped. MEN CANNOT BE RAPED. Why is this so hard to comprehend???? the fact you have feminist in your about me embarrasses me. Any gender can be raped. Woman are not protected by some shield. Its more common for woman to be raped but that doesn’t mean men can’t. Feminism is about equality. Not making woman better than men. ...
[[MORE]] But, am I completely at fault in these situations? The burden isn’t solely on me to take an initiative and keep a friendship together… Perhaps it’s for the best that these relationships don’t last if neither parties care enough to maintain them.
I have such a horrible habit of making new friends, talking for a while, and then forgetting they exist. From there we just grow apart until we’re eventually strangers once more. I’m the worst.
I have an essay due tomorrow morning and I haven’t even started. Kill me.