hi margaret, i hope this email blows your tits clean off

Emails sent by the IRA to Margaret thatcher

I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea 

this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes

When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word

Just doing what i was told

🤤🤤🤤

🤑

💲💲💲💲

It’ll be here before u know it🤑💵✈️

I need this energy!

me trying to tell my british friends i have depression: lads, this madman’s feeling a little sadman

my british friends trying to cheer me up: ah fuckin ell mate that’s not so cheeky innit. well we’re your mates and we’re here for ya bruv. get it together ya wet bastard. you can do it. wanker.