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hellabanter:

LETS OPEN THIS FUCKING PIT UP

charlesdutton:

i think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way really it’s so cool

prayxr:

WOW cute girls who turned ugly :O

bad-b-doitbetter:

subsiding:

Fun drinking game: take a shot for every chapter you’re behind in textbook reading.

I’d probably be dead

smalldonghaver:

faygo-fuckyourself:

pSA DONT FUCK WITH OUIJA BOARDS

DONT PLAY ONE MAN HIDE AND SEEK

DONT PLAY SHADOW MAN

DONT FUCK WITH ANYTHING THAT INVITES SPIRITS INTO YOUR HOME

lol sike catch me playing 2k14 with George Washington and Cleopatra while u afraid to touch some wood

We’re in love. We just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?” - Moonrise Kingdom (2013)

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.’

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

bahllsy:

 bambi/indie blog 
delicious 100 calorie snack ideas yum and healthy
super-lame-loner:

troyes-lip-ring my dashboard thanks you
mitch-luckers-dimples:

Like Moths To Flames by Matt Vogel on Flickr.