andrewjacksonjihads:

i want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 3 am and shave their head while i shave my head and then hotglue the hair to the roof so the roof will have hair

radsanta:

don’t ask me what’s new because nothing ever happens to me

sexaulity:

coluring:

coluring:

Turn down for what?

Turn down for who?

Turn down for your family: that music has been going for days. Babies are crying. We’re not sure if grandma is breathing. We haven’t slept for days; you’re hurting those who care for you.

Any Help is Appreciated a Ton

delena-hupp:

delena-hupp:

So, I’ve been putting off making this post for a while now, partly in vain hope that I could find a second or even new and better paying job before the month ends (and that Aaron could find a job, too, before August), partly in hopes that my Mary Kay sale might pick up and help me cover my loose ends, and partly out of utter shame. I hate asking for help, especially when I’m in no place to be able to offer anything in return, but I need it, we need it, and desperately.

I work a full time job for 8.00 an hour, with no overtime or benefits, and I’ve sent the better part of a year and a half looking for side work or something better paying to support my rent and utilities payments. My rent is 669, not counting electric (which is roughly $90-100 even with my power rationing), and I’m lucky if my net pay is $525 per check. Add gas to get to and from work; non EBT items like toilet paper, pads, cleaning supplies, cat food and litter, and body wash; my loan payment; internet; phone; my antidepressant prescription and therapy; and car insurance, I’m making less than I owe every month, and it’s catching up quickly. The internet is a must at this point since Aaron ends it to apply to work (we don’t live near a library that he could access and I get off work when they’re all closed), and a phone is essential for job hunting as well… so we’re really as bare minimum as we can get.

So this is where I’m asking for help… If anyone can spare a little, even a dollar or two, to help us make rent for August, I’d be grateful beyond words. If you don’t like the idea of giving a handout, I’d appreciate sales through my Mary Kay business as well, since it still helps me pay for the coming bills (I make half of each sale). Either way, if you can help, please, please contact me here or at sierraegrillot@gmail.com

I hate asking like this, but I’m out of options until Aaron and I can find jobs. Even if you can’t help, a signal boost would be amazing. Thank your reading this.

 I’m only reblogging it this one time so it can reach the evening crowd. I promise I won’t bug you guys with it.

Anonymous asked: are you god?

itoldyouimbusy:

Bitch I’m on my swag

officialunitedstates:

FACT OF THE DAY:  mars is called the red planet because during the cold war it sided with the communists

rnicrophone:

bombing:

cop: who the hell ordered all these pizzas

me: you said i got one phone call

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monkeysmeanbusiness:

utteranonymity:

Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.

A-fucking-men.

suckmymara asked: the biggest boss you can imagine

raideo:

worst-mage-to-ever-mage:

tastefullyoffensive:

Men With Fabulous Flower Beards [boredpanda]

Previously: Guys With Fancy Female Hairstyles

this is a photoset about night elves and no one can convince me otherwise

this may be the most important thing I ever reblog

Positive reminders #2

la-brooding-misanthropic:

-I do not owe anyone an explanation for anything.
-It is not my responsibility to make anyone happy
-Peoples negative emotions are not my fault
-My mental illness is not my fault
-I do not need to feel guilty for my mental condition
-My mental condition does not make me a horrible person.
-There is more to me than my disorder.

THEME