I will never be ashamed of being me, and will never apologise for who i am.
I like my music loud, my corsets tight and my heels high.
....and way to go me >.<
| Disorder | Your Score |
|---|---|
| Major Depression: | Extremely High |
| Dysthymia: | High-Moderate |
| Bipolar Disorder: | Very High |
| Cyclothymia: | Moderate |
| Seasonal Affective Disorder: | High-Moderate |
| Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
| Take the Depression Test | |
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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Just a little reminder in case you non-vegans forget that what you’re eating is a chicken’s menstruation cycle. So glad I’m not guzzling down anyone’s period anymore.
OMG YOU MEAN EGGS DON’T COME FROM MAGIC?!! THANK YOU SUPERVEGAN!
just had eggs god they were delish
man i love eggs
im sorry i just find pretentious vegans to be really hilarious
mmm delicious chicken periods
ok
its a fucking egg cell
do you know what else has the same purpose as egg cells?
seeds
do you know what holds seeds?
fruit.
enjoy eating your plant uterus, OP
YES
MOTHER FUCKKIN CHICKEN BABIES
I ATE THEIR PARENTS AS NUGGETS
BITCH
I mean, I would eat human babies too but apparently that’s against the law or some shit.
If you find a dead baby you should be allowed to claim it and eat it if the parents are not found in 3 days.
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you get an instant follow for wanting to eat human children
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(Source: something-quiet)
Your Digital Flapper Dictionary
- Terms and Useful Phrases
- That’s bullshit! - Thats all wet!
- I’ve got a shitty date - I’ve got a flat tire
- Don’t be stupid - Don’t be sill
- Move your ass! - Get a wiggle!
- A car you had sex in - Struggle Buggy
- Wasted - Spifflicated (from the words spiffy and intoxicated)
- That Hobo on the corner - That Palooka over there
- Now you’ve got it! - Now you’re on the trolly!
- A Gangsta’s bitch - A Moll
- A slut - A Hotsy Totsy
- I’m Engaged! - I’m Handcuffed
- Beer - Giggle Water
- Legs - Gams
- Boobs - Ninny Pies
- Rich Person - an egg
- The Commen Jerk - A Drugstore Cowboy
- Don’t be a shit head! - Don’t take any wooden nickels!
- That’s fucking awesome! - That’s the Bee’s knees!
- Honey, I said NO - Bank’s Closed, hon
- Holy Shit! - Hot Socks!
- That’s Great! - That’s the Cat’s Pajamas!
- Classy - Swanky
- I need to get wasted - I need to see a man about a dog
- A woman’s Cigarette - A freedom Torch
- That girl is HOT SHIT - That dames got IT
My Homage to an era (the Roaring Twenties) that had no end of wonderful slang, you can add some of your favorites to the list, lets see just how big this Hay Burner (a large object) can get!
The awkward moment when you make a reference to a TV show and nobody gets it.
I’ll do that all the time. I’ll just be like “FUCK YOU SID” and no one gets it..
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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
I fucking love tumblr, look at these comments^^
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How to dance goth.
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