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About: Jordyn;17; Summer bound.
amazed:

I follow everyone back!

amazed:

I follow everyone back!

(Source: zoiodlula, via behindtheliveswewishwehad)

Conversation I heard in Starbucks
  • *A guy and a girl walk in and order their coffee. They sit across from each other and just start talking. The guy asks her if she'd like to go out with him. She politely turns him down and says she's not interested. The guy begins to rant about how "nice guys finish last"*
  • Guy:I've known you since freshman year! I've been there during all your break ups with jerks and you treat me like this?
  • Girl:So just because you're there for me, I should date you? Is that what you're saying?
  • Guy:I'm just saying you should give me a chance.
  • Girl:Listen, I just don't like you in that way. I'm not looking for a relationship and I want us to be friends, and nothing more. I'm sorry, I just want to stay where we are right now.
  • Guy:Why don't you like me? It's because I'm not an asshole, huh?
  • Girl:You gotta be fucking kidding me. You seriously think I go for guys who treat me like garbage? I go for guys who I like, guys who don't play the "nice guys finish last" card.
  • Guy:I'm just saying what needs to be said. You don't appreciate all the things that I've done for you.
  • Girl:Oh yeah? Like what?
  • Guy:There was that one time I got you some pads when you were on your...you know....
  • Girl:OH, SO BECAUSE YOU HELPED ME PREVENT MY PANTIES FROM LOOKING LIKE SOMETHING THAT CLEANED UP A MURDER SCENE, I SHOULD TOTALLY FUCK YOU, RIGHT?
  • Guy:Please, just lower your voice, you're causing a scene-.
  • Girl:NO, LET THEM KNOW YOU'RE A FUCKWAD THAT THINKS I SHOULD RIDE YOUR DICK JUST BECAUSE YOU TREAT ME LIKE A HUMAN.
  • Girl:I don't owe you ANYTHING. I'm grateful for the things you've done for me, but it's hard to remain grateful when you act like an inconsiderate jerk like you're doing right now.
  • Girl:Do me a favor and get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat. Stick to a fedora like all the other "friend-zoned" guys out there.
  • *the whole cafe sits in silence*
  • *barista starts clapping*

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

it’s weird how british people say “lift” instead of “elevator” and how my dad says “you are a dissappointment” instead of “i love you”

(via elephant-tits)

jerkidiot:

thebitterfrenchcanadian:

the fact that pretty teeth are only known as “white” and “straight” is a manifestation of our hatred for minorities 

when people find a way to turn dental hygiene into a social justice issue, that’s when you know this website has gone overboard

(via nerdmoriarty)

ass-bending:

"You’re too old to be playing Pokemon"

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(via hi)

ship-hard:

sploadygoat:

tehwhovianhufflepuff:

playmygayheartstrings:

fuckinglesbian:

just-a-skinny-boy:

Red hot nickel dropped in water…

I just yelled THAT’S SO FASCINATING

As well you should because THAT IS SERIOUSLY SO FASCINATING

THAT IS THE CUTEST NOISE I HAVE EVER HEARD

it’s like a tiny magical girl transformation scene

thats how they should just make the noises in any scifi movie ever

(Source: just-a-skinny-boy, via hi)

nicevagina:

if a girl is mean to you just tell her she has bad eyebrows 

(via hi)

angelclark:

A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.
As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.
Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.

angelclark:

A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.

As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.

Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.

(Source: noarmycanstopanidea.com, via hi)

shotacrisis:

virginsplayground:

sad-butsassy:

shinnomew:

my-littletony:

vixen7:

I’m crying.

ITS BACK

“You’re the worst friend ever” in a monotone voice
I’m very happy

"I will rip your fucking throat out"

I TRIED TO NOT REBLOG BUT THEN I COULDNT

I’m exactly like that if you try to wake me up in the mornings or from naps

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The first time a man slapped me on the ass, I was fourteen years old, bussing tables at a family restaurant.

Catcalls make me jump out of my skin. I have never figured out how to take them as a compliment.

When I learned that “no” did not always stop slipping lips and wandering hands, I was sixteen. I was told that it was my fault for being tempting. I haven’t left the house with shorts on for years. It makes me nervous to be alone somewhere with another person when I have a dress on.

I always get uncomfortable when men make jokes about why women go to the bathroom in groups. Nobody likes to hear that we are taught from the youngest age that we should never go anywhere alone.

The second time that “no” did not stop someone, my date pulled up in front of my house and hit the door lock, wrapped his hand around my throat because I told him I just thought we should be friends.

The third time, I was sprawled out on a hammock in the front lawn with a man I’d been out with a handful of times. When I first said “no”, I thought maybe he didn’t hear me. “Please no, please don’t”. “Please no, please don’t.” “Please no, please don’t.”

Once I was told by a man that it was my fault if he ever went too far because his brain was wired like an animal. I didn’t argue. Can you believe that I didn’t argue? I wanted to say that even my dogs recognize the word “no”, but I was afraid of how he would react. I had to sit through the rest of the date with a smile on my face.

I carry my keys just to walk to the mailbox at night. I’m too paranoid to jog down my street alone.

I have been groped on the sidewalk. I have been groped at the bar. I have been groped on the bus.

The time I was followed all the way to my friend’s car by a group of men who stood around laughing and jeering and banging on the windows, not letting us pull out of the parking garage, was the last time I ever let a man buy me a drink at a bar.

I have men in my life who would call themselves my friends who have put their hands on my hips and my thighs without my permission. There is no question. They do not think they have to ask. They laugh when I bristle.

It took twenty-two years to realize only I had a right to my body.

I used to bite my tongue, but I do not say “no” quietly anymore. I bark my discomfort like an old dog, weary and uncomfortable even in its sleep.

"this is not a fucking poem; it is an outrage (I Spent Twenty-Two Years Trying To Be Nice About It)" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

(Source: tristamateer, via brokenmachine)

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