His Name Is Rio

September 16, 2014 at 7:36am
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Reblogged from bonbonbunny

supremewhitegirl:

dendropsyche:

thenimbus:

bonbonbunny:

'What kind of overalls does Mario wear?'

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Yep, I laughed out loud

I love the “oh no” like he fucking knows he’s going to hear a shitty ass joke

this is the stupidest fucking joke in the world but i laugh every fucking time without fail

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7:32am
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onlyblackgirl:

airedmania:

brownandwhat:

Vine - Sadia Arabia

Ooooooh the double standard…

WELP.

*sips tea*

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7:29am
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fallontonight:

- Jimmy Fallon’s Monologue; September 15, 2014

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7:27am
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yuugimutouandatemu:

beautifulgodzilla:

beautifulgodzilla:

THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED




IT GOT BETTER

yuugimutouandatemu:

beautifulgodzilla:

beautifulgodzilla:

THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED

IT GOT BETTER

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September 15, 2014 at 11:59pm
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Reblogged from trueho

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

— 

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

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11:57pm
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curiousillusions:

stuckinamini-van:

sixpathsofbased:

College is a fucked up place

Finals fried this kid’s brain so bad that he’s trying to communicate with another plant to get him the fuck out of here before next year’s finals.

Plant

curiousillusions:

stuckinamini-van:

sixpathsofbased:

College is a fucked up place

Finals fried this kid’s brain so bad that he’s trying to communicate with another plant to get him the fuck out of here before next year’s finals.

Plant

(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via lielabell)

11:56pm
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Reblogged from guttle-deactivated20140809

snevib:

having 3 friends is a lot of work

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11:55pm
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true-funny:

Roommate is home tripping on mushrooms and he made a list.

true-funny:

Roommate is home tripping on mushrooms and he made a list.

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11:54pm
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[x]

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11:54pm
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Reblogged from ianbrooks

someone-somewheree:

gen-tan:

xeduo:

welcome-foolishmortals:

This is going on my tumblr again.

every october

and some of the months in-between

I get it…

when the one ghost turns his head AWW HAHABAHABH<3

(via naturally-geeky)

11:46pm
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Reblogged from spicyroll
spicyroll:

What is love?
"It’s like you become more you, which normally is like ‘blaaaaaagh puugh!’ but now it’s okay because the person, like, whoever - they chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff, whatever’s wrong or bad, or hiding in you. Suddenly it’s alright. You don’t feel like such a freak anymore."

spicyroll:

What is love?

"It’s like you become more you, which normally is like ‘blaaaaaagh puugh!’ but now it’s okay because the person, like, whoever - they chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff, whatever’s wrong or bad, or hiding in you. Suddenly it’s alright. You don’t feel like such a freak anymore."

(via captainofalltheships)

11:44pm
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Reblogged from 90s90s90s
spiritguide:

WHOA THERE COOL IT THAT’S WAAAAY TOO MUCH FROSTING FOR ONE DUNKAROO YOU GOTTA RATION THAT SHIT

spiritguide:

WHOA THERE COOL IT THAT’S WAAAAY TOO MUCH FROSTING FOR ONE DUNKAROO YOU GOTTA RATION THAT SHIT

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11:44pm
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Reblogged from geminiio

geminiio:

i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened. 

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11:44pm
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Reblogged from beben-eleben

edens-blog:

beben-eleben:

Jim Dingilian proves that a creative and skillful artist can create works of art with just about anything. By coating the interior of empty glass bottles with black smoke and then carefully brushing it away with tools mounted on dowels, he creates detailed and beautiful but dark works of smoke art that are dripping with a sense of suburban decay (via Bored Panda).

are you shitting me

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11:43pm
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smartgirlsattheparty:

amypoehler:

Everything about Amy Poehler is impishly angelic. This delightful juxtaposition runs deeply through her comedy, as well, starting with the stark contrast between her appearance and love of raunchy humor. A Massachusetts native, expletives come naturally to her. She follows each shocking and Boston-accented “f*ckin’ asshole” (words she has uttered on many talk shows, to the audience’s delight) with a full-bodied and gleeful laugh. “Poehler’s laugh begins as a chuckle and crescendos to a side-splitting guffaw,” describes Sean Evans of the Daily News. However, her adorableness is not cloyingly sweet nor that of a girlish people-pleaser, but rather a misleading outer appearance that makes her raunchiness and ridiculousness all the more comedic. x

happy birthday, amy! (16.09.1971)

Happiest of Birthdays to this delightfully remarkable Smart Girl ♥