What do you call a woman who has a lot of sex? Her name.
GOD FUCKING YES, that.
THIS. WHOLE. PICTURE. <3
Oops, sorry, this picture automatically reblogged itself.
this whole picture is just great
Sorry for the color, but this HAS to be on my blog.
I Could Not Pass This Without Reblogging.
Fucking Hell to the fucking YES!
Fuck yeah look at that guy in the back just like… fuck yeah
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art students before a final is due
"The floor is lava!"
Everyone, Pompeii, 79 A.D. (via ahkep
What are some of your favorite things?
Music, historical fiction from the Georgian Era, led zeppelin, adventure time… Junk like that.
hey government can I have some money to go to university
sure here you go. you'll have to pay it back but only when you're earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don't pay it off after 30 years we'll just write it off, don't worry about it man
nah man just go to uni we ain't gonna charge you
no. you gotta pay it yourself. upfront. your parents have to save up from the moment you're born. good luck, fucker.
*yaawwwwwn* o_0 ppppltblehblehblehblehlehleh…
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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I will always reblog this
Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.
Oh fuck yes.
Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.
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