1. super-wolves:

    laugh-til-ya-fart:

    A man cheats on his girlfriend named Lorraine with a girl named Clearly.

    Suddenly, Lorraine died.

    At the funeral, the man stands up and sings, “I can see Clearly now, Lorraine is gone.”

    i’m done with this website

    (via the-butterfly-3ffect)

     


  2. heisenbabe:

    i want to sleep for 2 years and wake up with a degree, an apartment and money in the bank.

    (via the-butterfly-3ffect)

     

  3. lesb1an:

    thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg:

    Fun Fact:

    The fall was not scripted, Anne actually slipped while filming, although she started laughing they kept with the scene. The director didn’t yell cut because she waved her hand a little (what looked like when she waved at Lily to keep talking) to signal that she wanted to keep filming the shot. The editor eventually chose this shot because he felt it fit Mia’s character a lot more than the scripted shots they had.

    how did she not start crying after getting cunt punted that hard.

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     

  4. brianmarion:

    This fucking kid pulls out a George Foreman grill during my lunch period in school and just starts making grilled cheese

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     

  5. (Source: archwane, via ruinedchildhood)

     

  6. collegehumor:

    A Letter From Your Long Lost Nokia Phone

    Do you remember me? Do you remember the way you used to hold me? The way you used to make me feel needed? The way you used to pay $49.99 a month to whisper sweet nothings into my ear for 600 minutes plus 50 whenever minutes? Do you remember me, your Nokia 3310?

    Incase you can’t recall, it was a time before texts. It was a time before cameras, video, and a time before color screens. A black and white world. Simple. You eat a tiny square and the snake grows one tiny square longer. No Temple Run. No Angry Birds. No 4 inch screens to play it all on. It was as cut and dry as an 8-bit ringtone. You needed me and I needed you.

    I still remember how it happened, too. Don’t you? In the beginning the communication was great. We both wanted it. And that’s how it works. It’s mutual. But then little by little you grew distant. The broken phone calls. The “I-can’t-hear-yous”. The “we’re-breaking-ups,” as if the miscommunication was my fault. Sure, you caught me roaming that one summer we left the service area, but in hind-sight it’s so easy to see it was just the provider (ha! Isn’t that always how it goes?).

    But soon enough the broken calls became less and less. You wanted something that “worked”. And just like that you cast me aside. Me. Your go-to-gal. Your best friend. Your Nokia 3310! You cast me aside and you made me feel unwanted—helpless and out of service. Until one day you came home with someone else. Something else. The Motorola Razr.

    Sure, you felt that initial guilt. The detachment and fear of something new. After all, you were so used to my push keyboard and bulky frame. I mean, why would you want something else? But you did. She was thin and I was not. She was sleek. A new slender design. And of course, she could flip. And you liked that, no matter what you said. You knew you liked it. I knew you liked it. And it didn’t make anything any easier.

    Jokes on her though, right? Because how long did that one last? Twelve? Eighteen months? And what did you say it was? More miscommunication? Not enough space? Or was it just a taste for something new? Pretty soon you cast aside Ol’ Razr to satiate your hunger with something sweeter. The LG Chocolate KG800. Although, that didn’t last too long either. Remind me. What came next? Was it the BlackBerry? Or was it the BlackBerry Storm? The Bold? The Curve 8900? And at what point did you finally realize a new adjective wouldn’t fix that dying relationship?

    And now for the new girl. I said I wouldn’t, but I can’t resist. The way you flaunt her around. Show her off. Touch her. Grope her. Finger her screen. What’s her name? Sophie? Jaclyn? iPhone 5s? And I think we all know what the “s” stands for. You can’t even go to the bathroom without her! You two are inseparable! And it makes me sick. You make me sick. Because you know what? It’s only a matter of time and we both know it. It’s not the miscommunication. It’s not the storage space, the service provider or whatever else you’ve blamed it on. No, it’s you. It’s you and your undying need to feed from the hand of consumerist America. And for that I pity you.

    So here I sit. Covered in dust. Biding my time between a sack of soggy Pogs and a lost container of Crazy Bones. Idle. Silently waiting for the call of opportunity. And when opportunity finally rings, who will pick up? Will it be the sleek design of the Motorola Razr? How about the sweet new Chocolate? One of the many forgotten BlackBerrys? The iPhone with her brittle glass exterior? Or will it be the one who was built to last? The one who once reigned as queen of the cell phones. The one you left for dead. Me. Your Nokia 3310.

     


  7. canadianslut:

    angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me

    (via andrew-dot-exe)

     


  8. princess-of-lore:

    mycheekyfinn:

    official-nasa:

    monilip:

    dont-stop-runninggg:

    knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

    wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

    That was deep

    philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

    That was deeper.

    common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

    (Source: whattt-fucking-ever, via andrew-dot-exe)

     


  9. toomanyfandomssolittletime:

    toomanyfandomssolittletime:

    its really hard being a Hindu, because i wanna taste beef but i can’t because of religion. damn.

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    wAIT WHAT

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    mY SKIN IS WHITE???

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    I’M NOT INDIAN???? I’VE NOT BEEN A HINDU FOR 16 YEARS BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE ALSO HINDUS??

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    cAN I FINALLY STOP WORSHIPPING COWS?!?!?!!

    (via andrew-dot-exe)

     

  10. (Source: wetheurban, via andrew-dot-exe)

     

  11. spideri:

    literally all white people on tumblr

    (Source: hermione, via andrew-dot-exe)

     

  12. youtube-personalities:

    When my iPhone drops…

    (via ruinedchildhood)

     

  13. sweet-tarts-sweet-heart:

    bethrevis:

    you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying

    All of these are flippen stunning

    (Source: thedaymarecollection)

     

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  15. roseisreturning:

    mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths

    (Source: elizadeathchilds, via sweet-tarts-sweet-heart)