shybat:

*romantically calls you dude*

pawhold:

teacher: why haven’t you completed this essay yet?
me:image
teacher: oh i-i’m very s-sorry!!

the-sad-boy:

jeankd:

beautifullyburnedxo:

sailordirtbag:

before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.

and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.

don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not

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All of it, but mostly the bolded

The exact same with guys that have mental illnesses

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dajo42:

[pours water back and forth between beakers] im a sciencer

minorcutie:

lilsoft:

R u mine?

r u asking the post if its urs? bc its not

minorcutie:

lilsoft:

R u mine?

r u asking the post if its urs? bc its not

  • Me: *calls u a nerd*
  • Me: *is actually very deeply in love with u*
  • virginitity:

    how i seduce men

    image

    daftpunkforcutie:

what the fuck this turtle has like no games on it

    daftpunkforcutie:

    what the fuck this turtle has like no games on it

    notmakoto:

    me: image

    you: image

    behindtheplottwist:

    Trying to remember an answer when taking a test

    image

    Remembering the answer after you’ve turned the test in

    image

    party-into-thesun:

    sharkchunks:

    basedgosh:

    why would she sell sea shells by a sea shore when you can just pick them off of the ground for free that’s not how you run a business

    She’s sold sea shells by the seashore since shapely seashore seashells stay scarce. Since she sells superior shells searchers spend centuries searching for, seldom selling simple shells, so she still sustains solid savings.

    image

    xxbecause-i-canxx:

hotmesswithouthehot:

lemonmintcoughdrops:

the-grudge-girl:

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”
Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.
The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.
That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.
One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”
“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.
“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.
I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

HUMAN

HUMAN


SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST

    xxbecause-i-canxx:

    hotmesswithouthehot:

    lemonmintcoughdrops:

    the-grudge-girl:

    I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day while I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

    An overweight woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

    Wow, this man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

    Then a tall businessman went by and the man muttered, “Human.”

    Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

    The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.  A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? The man was much too skinny to be a cow. To me, he resembled a turkey or a chicken. A minute or so later, an obese man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

    That day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he as muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability. In Japan many people believe in reincarnation, so maybe he knows what these people were during a previous life. I observed the man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit”, “Onion”, “Sheep”, or “Tomato”.

    One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. It is an ability I obtained many years ago, but it’s not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

    “Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

    “The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

    I laughed because I realized he was right. He said, “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

    HUMAN

    HUMAN

    SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST

    brando-relatable:

    Tokyo Ghoul first ep is literally the worst case scenario of a coffee shop AU