Omg
CRYING
OMG
IT’S BACK. I LOVE YOU ♥
(Source: neology)
Collecting these because no one understands their genius. They make me want to go to school.
my favorite one: That is Mahogany!
GUYS ITS 2:AM AND I FORGOT WHAT OATMEAL MEANT AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EMOTION AND I SAID OUTLOUD “IM FEELING VERY OATMEAL” BUT IT DIDN’T MAKE SENSE, SO I LOOKED UP OATMEAL, BUT I SPENT 20 MINUETS CONTEMPLATING IF IT ACTUALLY WAS AN EMOTION AND IF GOOGLE WAS LYING
this text post is so oatmeal
i hate you
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
Are people really mad about Leonardo DiCaprio saying nigga in Djago?
He was playing a slave owner in the South during the mid-1800’s.
The hell you want him to say?
“young black man”
“African American chap”
“Young Brutha”
“beautiful chocolate fellows”
“Nutella flavored Mandingo warrior”
“old sport”
(Source: andross)
“Any ideas for the new park sculpture?”
“How about a giant, metallic octopus attacking a rook?”
“Perfect.”
that’s cool as fuck though
(Source: disnerdherd)
This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.
posts like these are the reason i love tumblr
(Source: lower-class-brat)
THEY’D BE SLAUGHTERED IMMEDIATELY
“Now go, unleash hell.” MY NEW WATCHWORD.
(Source: birdstump)
so I ended my english presentation with “these fatal flaws brought macbeth to his macdeath” and at least 60% of the class groaned
apparently my frikcking seven year old cousin made a club at school called the “no friends club” and basically everyone who doesnt have friends sits together at lunch holy shit hes going to be the next leader of the free world
