I Love Korean Boys

buildabitchworkshop:

according to popular show like pretty little liars

teen girls dress like this everyday

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with a completely different outfit every single day never wearing the same thing

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at school

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and they are all flawlessly beautiful and have impeccable bodies

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u know what teenage girls really look like?

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or this

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or this

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and wear shit like this

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adn this

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why is it so fucking hard to have a show that portrays girls in a realistic flawed way. why do we keep lying to ourselves so much

(via iknowwhoselineitis)

stephenhawqueen:

the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”

(via thaibrator)

  • me: Oh what the fuck
  • friend: what happened?
  • me: this scenario I created in my head got intense

satsooky:

me:*likes a new anime* 

changes icon to favorite character*

*reblogs every gif* 

*buys all the merch*

me: *starts episode 2*

(via katiebishop)

Anonymous asked: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

sephyerite:

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

No mercy.