Good bye, Halcyon days.

my favourite artstyle is lesbians in old italy

story time my dad always made dinner when i was little so i spent the first ~4 years of my life eating mexican food everyday and the first time i went over to one of my white friends houses they gave us pb&j sandwiches and i was like “haha what about dinner” and the mom was like “that is dinner sweetie!” and i was like “i have to go home now”

when i got home my parents were like “i thought u were staying for dinner” and i told them what happened and my mom was shocked and was like “DELANEY that is RUDE” but my dad laughed for like half an hour

Ok I’m white too but who the fuck eats pb&j for dinner

opposite of depression nap. depression awakeness. refreshing the same three websites over and over. there’s nothing new on any of them. eight seconds have passed and it feels like a century

I think this should have a hell of a lot more notes on it than it does. This is what good news looks like folk, and the continent of Africa surely deserves a shed load of it.

Today (April 7th) is Remembrance Day for the Rwandan genocide. While Rwanda still faces challenges, their recovery has been incredible. They now have the highest percentage of women in parliament around the world (one of only two countries to have over 50% women), their gross national income has risen each year, and life expectancy has risen from  48 in 1990 to 65 in 2013.

This is it, I found it, the funniest post on this entire godsforsaken website

Confused sharp bunnies are confused!! @deadcatwithaflamethrower

Oh, man, but this is still one of my absolute favorites.

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life. 

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest

The effect that A Quiet Place had on the theater was so unreal. People were afraid to eat. Half the people, myself and the guy beside me included, spent tense movie moments covering their mouths as to not make a sound, one time somebody stepped on a nacho container during a VERY tense moment and the entire theater lost their shit. People were gasping, one woman screamed, everyone chatised the individual quickly and hushedly before returning to the movie. When the lights came up everyone was still whispering. People were tiptoeing out like everyone was fucking silent and to have THAT effect on your audience shows something.