how does one tell a boy that one likes him
I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:
- text them and start playing one of those 20q games
- if they start being a dodgy fella drop em
- if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.- If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”
dude that is genius
slow clappin’ it out.
This is perfect.
:’)
GUYS WHAT IF.
think of the possibilities! bringing people together who wouldn’t normally come out of their shell (or out of their homes for that matter). great company with people who have the same interests and bond over fandoms and…AND there’s a movie theater right next to this building for premier movie events (man of steel’s coming out soon!) .
we could have a huge tv and lots of comfy chairs for certain tv shows throughout the week. like hannibal thursdays! and teen wolf mondays! reruns of doctor who, supernatural, sherlock, and merlin! (and the hipsters of tumblr can cross the road to starbucks since who the hell cares). people can hang and sell their fanart on the walls of the cafe and we could have game nights and talk about celebrities and books in person. and there could be USB cables and plugs for laptops and free wifi.
SOMEONE GIVE ME MONEY.
why does this only have like 60 notes why aren’t people already drawing out a blueprint for a tumblr building or something?!
OMFG I NEED IT NOW
We’ll all kill each other if this happens. Stop.
just think, someone, somewhere on tumblr thinks this is a real place.
what if there was a portal to a tumblr world where everyone was accepted as they are and like we had carboard cutouts of bands and like yeah ok bye
SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY.
Men of Tumblr, I’m counting on you to make this one good.
I got stuck
Pansy
For additional class, use longer sleeves and wrap over your shoulders.
THL #19 - The Good Nudes and Bad Nudes
Another logistical argument, sorry.
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a bit of background on this strip.
when I was younger, my hippie-ish parents were into nudist colonies. from eight years old to my earliest teenage years, my parents would drag me out there every weekend.
I hated it there. there were very few kids my age, and we were all damned if we cooperated with this nude thing. but all the adults were there, hanging out in more ways than one. it seemed bizarre to me, and I was deeply ashamed of going.
regardless, living at such a place would definitely impact me one way or another. being a kid in a nudist colony was a tough go when you’re trying to learn about your sexuality, but perhaps it made me see things in a way that would inevitably lead to me doing a comic like sexy losers.
one of the things that clothes were No Big Deal. outside of the camp, clothes determined everything about you, your clothes were your social identity. but when everyone is naked, there were no more groups and divisions, and everyone was the same.
back in the real world, it always puzzled me why someone’s clothes would be the blame for something. especially rape. at the nudist colony, I saw a lot of naked people just doing living stuff. swimming, sunbathing, playing chess, talking at a bar, dancing, cooking, playing tennis, you name it. I also happened to see a lot of penises too. and never, ever, did I see anyone with a boner. ever.
so if men in the real world couldn’t control themselves if they saw a woman in “slutty” clothing, how come they can control themselves if everyone’s freaking naked? this inconsistency couldn’t be explained unless that idea that clothes “ask for it” was complete and utter bull. men can handle the clothing. they’re just looking for a way to victim blame.
anyways, that’s where this strip came from.
(Source: wishmemonsters)
“Fearless snake killing motherfucker”
personally victimized by shampoo
(Source: dipdyed-myarse)
Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”
This picture actually gave me goosebumps.
This is literally one of the most heartfelt, beautiful songs I have ever heard and I love it a lot and I remember watching him perform this, and he put everything he had into this song, and the whole place went silent, and a lot of people cried including me.
:( he died exactly two years before my brother was born
i-wanna-get-in-englands-pants:
the worst fuckin thing is
“oh you sing? are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“do you draw? you do? DRAW ME”
like no
“you write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”
“you act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”
“You speak that language?! Say something in it!”
“you murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW”
The last one seems more doable
Lol yup
(Source: yassitamaggot)
I’m going to warped on saturday and if you reblog this i’ll write your url down and throw it at the crowd, leave it in a porta potty or just give it to someone, maybe a band member idk
LIKES DON’T COUNT
ENDS ON FRIDAY
GOGOGO!
THIS IS REALLY FUCKING COOL
I hope whoever finds mine messages me and tells me that they found me from it.
