Has anyone else noticed that the outgroup is weird as fuck while the ingroup is normal and chill

repeat after me: i am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014

I am a sexy bitch and no one ruins my 2014

I am a sexy bitch and no one ruins My 2014

I went to every afterlife and there wasn't a single goomba in any of them. Where the fuck are these things going

lowkey i haaaate when the advertisement doesnt fit me at all. wdym you're giving me an ad for daycare? i don't have kids 😭😭😭 **turns to face you and starts making unblinking eye contact** That's why I gave big data corps all my information. 🙂 Because if they're going to advertise things to me, at least let it be relevant! 😂 Like these doorbusters at Kohl's. 😳 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 😵‍💫 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 🤣 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 🤓 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 🙂 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 🙂 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 💀 That feeling when you find the perfect pair of jeans at Kohl's. 🙂

Give a man a leaf and he will eat it. Teach a man to leaf and he will go away

Where's it made? Who brought it here? How much were they paid? Who makes it? Is it made in separate parts and put together? How much were they all paid to do this? Where do they get the materials? Who paid for that? Who brings it there? How much were they paid? Who streamlined the base materials? How much were they paid? Who gathered the base materials? Where? How much were they paid? Is it good for them? Is it good for us? Is it good for the land? Is it necessary? Is it biodegradable? How much does it hurt? Do I need it? Do I even want it?

God I’m so hungry I could eat a h- *looks around nervously to make sure my friend Devin, the Talking Horse isn’t nearby* phew. Well I’m so hungry I could kill and eat my friend Devin

every so often i remember how awesome the modern interconnected multicultural world is. i grew up getting to hear fairy tales from all over the world. africa, asia, europe, america. everywhere in between. i can have bagels for breakfast, curry for lunch, and ramen for dinner without even leaving the city limits. music and art and philosophy and technology that originated thousands of miles and years apart from eachother have come together and interwoven into something greater than the sum of its parts. its hard not fall into despair when thinking about the horrors but god. god the wonders.

my mind hand touched a hot memory stove

Wojnarowicz died in his Manhattan home on July 22, 1992 at the age of 37, from what his boyfriend, Tom Rauffenbart, confirmed was AIDS

(snaps out of it) OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING!! HOLY JESUS CHRIST FUCK WHY DID NOBODY TRY TO STOP ME (eases back into it) ahhhh. yeah this feels right