laineellis:

fuckyeah-nerdery:

cranzerries:

cranzerries:

I dream to someday run a companies twitter

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Can we just talk about Smart Car doing math on how much bird shit it would take to damage their cars?

I laughed a hundred times

Spin magazine’s twitter is golden too. Especially during any type of music awards show.

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kingsleyyy:

i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture

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me: halloween is coming soon
mom: it's july
me:
me: halloween is coming soon

"Faggot"

lunadarkshine:

sueishappy:

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BLESS THIS POST seriously anytime someone says faggot this is what I have to explain.

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I had fun editing yesterday. Because day drinking.

OKAY TUMBLR. IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

imaginatively-speaking:

batmansymbol:

Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “GIF.”

NOT JIF,

GIF.

And here is the link for the opposite.

WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.

GIF stands for Graphics Interchange Format, so unless yo go around all day pronouncing it Jraphics Interchange Format, it’s pronounced GGGGGGGGGGGGGIF.

Except the guy who created the GIF said it’s pronounced JIF. So yeah.

did-you-kno:

Many babies in Finland sleep in cardboard boxes with a mattress on the bottom.  It is part of a welcome package that has been supplied by their government for the last 75 years.
Source

did-you-kno:

Many babies in Finland sleep in cardboard boxes with a mattress on the bottom.  It is part of a welcome package that has been supplied by their government for the last 75 years.

Source

My #MCM. Love these two.

My #MCM. Love these two.

catastrophic-cuttlefish:

On the romanticism of mental illness. This is me, taken by my sister, psychotic in a psychiatric ward, where much of my life has been continually wasted. The illness is there in my face. My eyes and expression; it’s not even me. It doesn’t look like me. That is a sick person in the middle of hallucinations. Someone with unwashed hair, who hasn’t showered in weeks. I’m asking her if there are insects and microchips under my skin.
It’s so glamorous having nurses supervise you in the shower. So glamourous being on such heavy antipsychotics that you drool on yourself and can barely move. So glamourous having a nurse brush your teeth for you. So many glamourous medication side effects like bleeding gums, hair loss, weight gain, weight loss, shaking hands, rashes. Glamourous being so psychotic you can’t recognise your own family. Glamourous being taken out of university in an ambulance with staring crowds. Glamourous losing your job when they find out your mental health history. Glamourous losing friends, being unable to mix alcohol with your medication, missing uni and life and spending weeks seeing the blue and white walls and barred windows instead. Glamourous coughing up blood from medication toxicity. Glamorous having bruises and needle marks in your arms where they check your medication levels every week. Glamourous being stripped naked by nurses. Glamourous being in a coma with a catheter and a tube down your throat and nose with machines keeping you alive after an overdose. Glamourous in canvas restraint “suicide jackets”. The delicious hospital food. Glamourous developing an eating disorder from a persistent delusion when you’re convinced your food is poisoned (awesome, another illness!). Glamourous going into organ failure from the eating disorder and being hospitalised for that too. Glamourous hair loss, muscle wasting, lanugo, bone weakness, bruises from the anorexia caused as a secondary mental illness from your first. Glamourous having to divulge your diagnosis to your tutors to explain your disability support plan so you don’t fail when you’re hospitalised. Glamourous losing your relationships. Glamourous the disappointment on your family’s faces when you relapse yet again.
So effing GLAMOUROUS.

catastrophic-cuttlefish:

On the romanticism of mental illness. This is me, taken by my sister, psychotic in a psychiatric ward, where much of my life has been continually wasted. The illness is there in my face. My eyes and expression; it’s not even me. It doesn’t look like me. That is a sick person in the middle of hallucinations. Someone with unwashed hair, who hasn’t showered in weeks. I’m asking her if there are insects and microchips under my skin.

It’s so glamorous having nurses supervise you in the shower. So glamourous being on such heavy antipsychotics that you drool on yourself and can barely move. So glamourous having a nurse brush your teeth for you. So many glamourous medication side effects like bleeding gums, hair loss, weight gain, weight loss, shaking hands, rashes. Glamourous being so psychotic you can’t recognise your own family. Glamourous being taken out of university in an ambulance with staring crowds. Glamourous losing your job when they find out your mental health history. Glamourous losing friends, being unable to mix alcohol with your medication, missing uni and life and spending weeks seeing the blue and white walls and barred windows instead. Glamourous coughing up blood from medication toxicity. Glamorous having bruises and needle marks in your arms where they check your medication levels every week. Glamourous being stripped naked by nurses. Glamourous being in a coma with a catheter and a tube down your throat and nose with machines keeping you alive after an overdose. Glamourous in canvas restraint “suicide jackets”. The delicious hospital food. Glamourous developing an eating disorder from a persistent delusion when you’re convinced your food is poisoned (awesome, another illness!). Glamourous going into organ failure from the eating disorder and being hospitalised for that too. Glamourous hair loss, muscle wasting, lanugo, bone weakness, bruises from the anorexia caused as a secondary mental illness from your first. Glamourous having to divulge your diagnosis to your tutors to explain your disability support plan so you don’t fail when you’re hospitalised. Glamourous losing your relationships. Glamourous the disappointment on your family’s faces when you relapse yet again.

So effing GLAMOUROUS.

tessmunster:

darshanapathak:

Where do I begin.

So I had the misfortune of finding out that a photo taken of me on vacation by my boyfriend, was stolen and used without my permission here on the lovely r/fatpeoplehate on reddit. It not only disappoints me that people think that this behavior is okay, but that this subreddit even exists and hasn’t been removed at this point. There are TONS of photos of (mostly) women posted there; selfies stolen their personal blogs/facebooks/instagrams what have you (WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION), and posted on this horrible subreddit for people to harass them and leave hundreds of negative comments bravely behind their computer screens where no one can see them. I have always struggled with my weight and found it hard to get dressed and leave my bed some days, and have only recently started to accept the person I am after years of depression and health issues. I feel extremely violated and hurt that someone thought it was okay to take something that isn’t theirs, and use it for their own amusement and kicks.

We have since contacted reddit requesting them to remove this subreddit, but I find that doubtful considering how many removal requests they have probably received in the past for this forum, and it still remains active.

All I ask from you guys, is that you can please signal boost this post and hopefully get this horrible subreddit taken down for good for the sake of the poor unsuspecting people whose privacy has been violated and self worth diminished by these garbage people who have nothing better to do.

xoxo

Darshana

Fuck these people. Help me friend and many others who were violated and repost!

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