apricops:

maxknightley:

okay. listen. I try not to be pedantic about this sort of thing but it’s starting to get on my nerves. the wire mother offers milk but not comfort. the cloth mother offers comfort but not milk. if something is comforting, fun, or otherwise compelling, but lacks substance, that is the cloth mother. if something is boring or unpleasant but has substance, that is the wire mother.

wire mother: your thoroughly researched effortpost that gets three notes

cloth mother: your post that just says “it’s penis o’clock babey!” and has a hundred billion notes

(via smothermewithaffection)

foone:

catgirlforeskin:

lorebird:

froody:

spiffiesttea:

some-j-name:

spiffiesttea:

tricotbf:

froody:

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girl I would kill myself if I did that lol

reading harry potter actively makes you less literate

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j why did you censor the name of the scottish play

I think doing that is way funnier than saying the Scottish play, and I’m not going to risk actually saying the name and having something bad happen

i just realized despite me making fun of you for saying m*cbeth, i refused to say it myself. i am fucked up

even I, the op, flinched while writing it in the notes 😔

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do y’all only post from inside a theatre?

All the world’s a stage, catgirlforeskin.

(via milomeepit)

effemimaniac:

vixvigil:

(guy experiencing the consequences of his actions) yeah i don’t know why these things keep happening to me i must be cursed or something

(guy who is cursed) yeah I’m sure all of these things that are happening to me are just the consequences of my actions

(via neopets-hentai)

respectissexy:

morganpdf:

morganpdf:

i saw a man at work the other day wearing a shirt that said “i was normal 2 pomeranians ago” with pictures of his pomeranians on it. important to note he had his pomeranians in his cart

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artists rendition (i forgot to add the poms on his shirt but you get the gist)

Every time someone makes an artist’s rendition of a weird little guy they saw in public instead of recording them without consent, an angel gets it’s wings.

(via seyvetch)


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