So I’m pretty much moving cross country in four days.

The time to panic is now.


cantankerouscrab:

hi hello if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today


cc-loves-dricki: she-paints-lovely-pictures: lampfaced: silverlynxcat: onelifetimee: Alt + Ctlr + reblog sign(double click)  I’m honestly cracking up, and my mum is looking at me like I’m more deranged than usual. hahahahaha omg How I am!!!

cc-loves-dricki:

she-paints-lovely-pictures:

lampfaced:

silverlynxcat:

onelifetimee:

Alt + Ctlr + reblog sign(double click) 

I’m honestly cracking up, and my mum is looking at me like I’m more deranged than usual.

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hahahahaha omg

How I am!!!


cas-has-no-need-for-comfy-chairs:

221bbakerstreetissherlocked:

idontknowwhyididthat:

gallifrey-feels:

I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T LIKE IT

MODERN CARS SUCK

THEY LOOK LIKE BUBBLES

THANK YOU

SERIOUSLY

I HATE MODERN CARS SO MUCH

THEY’RE ALL PEASANTS

AND THE 67 CHEVY IMPALA IS QUEEN

SPN fandom…. u ok?



"Consider how textbooks treat Native religions as a unitary whole. The American Way describes Native American religion in these words: “These Native Americans [in the Southeast] believed that nature was filled with spirits. Each form of life, such as plants and animals, had a spirit. Earth and air held spirits too. People were never alone. They shared their lives with the spirits of nature.” Way is trying to show respect for Native American religion, but it doesn’t work. Stated flatly like this, the beliefs seem like make-believe, not the sophisticated theology of a higher civilization. Let us try a similarly succinct summary of the beliefs of many Christians today: “These Americans believed that one great male god ruled the world. Sometimes they divided him into three parts, which they called father, son, and holy ghost. They ate crackers and wine or grape juice, believing that they were eating the son’s body and drinking his blood. If they believed strongly enough, they would live on forever after they died.” Textbooks never describe Christianity this way. It’s offensive. Believers would immediately argue that such a depiction fails to convey the symbolic meaning or the spiritual satisfaction of communion."
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Lies My Teacher Told Me, James Loewen (via whoistorule)

^^^^^

(via deafmuslimpunx)


Reblog if you love to write.

Whether it be fanfiction, original stories, drabbles, songs, poems, books, or anything that has to do with creative words, then reblog. Let’s gather all the writers of Tumblr together.


generationfree: lakilester: No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed. THANK YOU SAMANTHA WOJSZNIS.

generationfree:

lakilester:

No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.

THANK YOU SAMANTHA WOJSZNIS.


theprettiestman: vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry. THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY

theprettiestman:

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY


Experiment: Reblog if you don’t hate Sam Winchester.

winchestermillers:

multi-fandom-polish-blog:

sevenbuddftba:

missing-misha:

pandorasidereal:

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LET’S GET SOME SAM LOVE OVER HERE

*I love Sam, Dean, Bobby and Castiel….love all around*

ewgbivwegbsdivkjrs more like my actual favourite character!!

Why would anyone hate him?

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