rosaparking:

rnacintosh:

rosaparking:

im craving asparagus wtf is wrong with me

it’s better than craving for her to love me back

i dont know what to say im sorry

pemsylvania:

Welcome to hell! To the left you’ll see math and to the right you’ll also see math. Wow seems like there’s a lot of math down here.

im going to break my nails trying to get my chocolate covered pretzels open and if you don’t think this is extremely sad youre wrong

UPDATE I GOT IT GOD BLESS

likeatragedynoww:

likeatragedynoww:

its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

easter and oh look at that

we’re all still here

theirtinywings:

samjohnssonvt:

gryphonrhi:

thezhenger:

chris control your goddamn face you have just gone through an extremely painful super-serum transformation you did not just have the diddly doo orgasm

…actually, at this point, Steve’s just now experiencing the sudden absence of both recent extreme pain and long-term low level pain.  He’s probably so high on endorphins that the expression is completely accurate.

Also, he was asthmatic. This is the first time in twenty years that his lungs work. Ever had an oxygen high?

Might not be an O-face folks, but homeboys high as a kite.

do people actually get messages any more someone hmu

how-i-superwholocked-your-mother:

whoreowinchester:

thebrigadier:

Neil Patrick Harris | Punk’d 9x12

#THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN SOMEONE IS LITERALLY TOO CHILL TO PUNK #’RELAX’ DEAR GOD

Relax i speak bear

garrettleo:

Happy Easter! 

stupidswampwitch:

masooood:

safeidgul:

Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks

Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.

No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip club. I want a place called Cahones where waiters wear Speedos and are forced to stuff if they don’t fill out their uniform well enough. I want them to giggle for my tips. I want it to be so normalised and engrained in our culture that women bring their daughters there for lunch (because whaaaaaat the wings are good! Geeze sensitive much?) where they’ll give playful little nudges like, “Wouldn’t mind if you dad had those. Heh heh heh.” that their daughters don’t even understand but will absorb and start to assume is just the normal way grown up women talk about grown up men. I want to playfully ask my waiter if I can have extra nuts on my salad and for him to swat my arm with an Oh, you because he knows if he doesn’t his manager will yell at him. I want other men to pretend to like going there so I think they’re cool. I want to go to Cahones during my lunch break at work and when I come back and tell the other women in the office where I went they chuckle slightly and the men around us suddenly feel self conscious and they don’t know why.

HW