god i'm tired

unfollower:

no see lesbians are not more accepted than gay men they’re more sexualized please do not get those 2 things confused

bakrua:

*runs after garbage truck* WAIT!!!!! YOU FORGOT ME!!!!!

sushiandpie:

Reblog if you want your followers to put the Pokémon they think Best Represents you into your ask box.image

clothing adjustments that need to happen

sassmasstersatan:

merlsemrys:

runningbox11:

• shirts actually designed for girls with larger chests
• plus size clothing ACTUALLY intended to accommodate plus size people not just scaled up littler clothing
• clothes for tall people that won’t ride up
• pants for people with no butts
• cute bras in bigger sizes
•the fashion industry’s understanding that there’s lots of body types and every body type deserves to feel good in the clothes they wear

pockets

Fucking pockets

thirding pockets because holy FUCK

Eeeeeeeee

vrixie:

I hit 80 followers

I was gonna say that’s the same that I have, but then I looked and it’s 79 now…

… you stole one, didn’t you?

i’m the only one in the house and i just end up loudly singing the main vocal part to this like a compete fool and i love it

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.
For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.  I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.

For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

bearzerkerbosco:

me right now

bearzerkerbosco:

me right now