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If youâre an introvert, could you reblog this with your favorite day of the week?
#small social experiment.
I like Tuesday. Tuesday is my day off from work, and I can just focus on my writing and my homework. :)
Red delicious apples being named âdeliciousâ is one of the biggest deceptions of the human race.
Omg I hit the reblog button so fast
i feel this on a spiritual level.
They were, at one time, delicious, but some fuck-up, letâs call him George, came along.
George decided the red delicious apples werenât âredâ enough, so he started to breed them so they became more red; however, as he did that, the delicious flavor was also bred out, but everyone thought they were better because they had a more consistent color.
They used to be delicious but not red, and now they are red but not delicious.
đ¤đ¤ I had a feeling they used to taste a lot better than they do now. Stupid humans screwing with everything
Why is my name always used for bad shit :(
But seriously, just eat Red Gala apples
or Pink Ladies
Ew. Eat honeycrisps. Love yourselves.
Fuck that Granny Smiths are where itâs at.
Granny Smiths are a crock of shit
YOU COME IN TO MY HOUSE AND YOU INSULT PIEMAKING APPLES. WITHOUT GRANNY SMITH YOU WOULD HAVE NOTHING HOW DARE
fuji apples tho
Granny Smiths are good for pies and nothing else. I like the classic macintosh to eat, but if I can get winecrisp I am golden (delicious)
PINK LADY OWNS MY ASS
You havenât had apples till youâve had ambrosia apples
All of y'all can eat my ass. Granny Smiths are the best and have the perfect amount of tang. Macintosh arenât as good a substitute.
BRAEBURN OR NOTHING
I once loved Granny Smith. Â The ones Iâve been getting lately have been just as flavorless as Red Delicious. Â I dunno if itâs weather or breeding, but blech.
I wait all year for Macs to come back in season.
(Honeycrisps are good sliced up and baked with pork chops.)
Pink lady for life
Unapologetically casting my vote for pink ladies
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Some relationship advice for first timers?
Be yourself.Â
Try to be aware and mindful of your partner.Â
COMMUNICATE.
Don't date someone who can't find happiness in what most fulfills you. Example 1: If you want to be a music teacher, but your partner dislikes kids and can't be bothered to listen to you play a new piece you've worked really hard on, that person doesn't need to be your partner. Example 2: If you're a devout Christian and your partner thinks the whole Jesus thing is a fairy tale designed to make children behave, don't date that person.

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i have a weird feeling that the suicide squad movie will somehow be responsible for the rebirth of scene kid culture and its something i knew would happen eventually but i never thought it would be so soon
Later this year high schools will be filled w/ guys trying to act like the joker in that âedgy on purpose lol u madâ kinda way and scene girls w/ pink n blue dyed pigtails giggling about how âlol im SO CRAZY LAWL X3âł
i cant believe you two made me read this on my own dash
look at this shit. weâre gonna have to relive some dark times. myspace is aboutta make a comeback. preps will have to hide in fear once again. the hot topic CEO is rubbing his hands together as iâm typing this. get ready for thousands of deviant art suicide squad ocs complete with scene hair and too many belts.
if someone does that ârawr means i love u in dinosaurâ think im holding you personally responsible
XxXx get fucking ready xXxX
Currently taking pre-orders for Dashboard Confessional, MCR, Evanescence, Secondhand Serenade, and Green Day mixed CDs. Cost is one 8 oz bottle full of prep tears or $6.66, whichever is more convenient.
Apparently, nobody bothered to tell me I had a long-lost daughter.
guys who act like they donât know what makeup does in all the âboyfriend does my makeupâ videos are so annoying steven you are 25 you know what mascara is
My buddy Stokes and I are 19 and 20 years old, respectively; and both women with very girly sisters. It took the both of us putting our heads together to get a 74%Â âgradeâ on a BuzzFeed makeup quiz. And like 80% of our correct answers were shots in the dark. Just blind guessing. We were both cracking up the whole time about our relative ineptitude regarding cosmetics! XD
The media is not talking about it.
Yesterday, in Rio de Janeiro, a seventeen year-old was drugged and raped by 30 men. Yes, that number is right. Thirty men raped a girl. They also filmed her while she was unconscious, hurt and bleeding, and posted it to twitter. They took selfies next to her inert body, posted them, laughed and made crude jokes about it.Â
If you try to find any reports on it, youâll find ONE website reported it but treats the case as an âallegedâ rape. There are videos and pictures. Alleged rape.
I am yet to see ANY of the men I have on Facebook say something about it. So far, the only ones showing any kind of response to it are women. We are all disgusted, sad, angry, and feeling utterly powerless because we know that in our country, rape culture is still widely accepted and propagated. We feel defeated, but we will not stop fighting. We canât.
CNN has reported on this. CNN.com - www.cnn.com http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/27/americas/brazil-rape-social-media/index.html
This is outrageous. PLEASE REBLOG THIS BECAUSE TUMBLR FILTERS THESE POSTS IF YOUâRE ON SAFE SEARCH. The only way to get it out is to REBLOG.
Yes! Thanks to the huge repercussion this case got on social media, it got the attention it deserves from the actual mainstream media.
Signal boost the fuck out of this, those pieces of scum need to held accountable for this!
I get that native Americans are upset, I get it. That being said, this country would NOT be what it is today if the actions of our past were not taken
What do you mean by that
They mean Native Americans should feel grateful that 90% of their population was exterminated because the remaining 10% get to live in poverty on reservations while everyone else gets to enjoy Starbucks and Amazon Prime and pretend our military isnât terrorizing the rest of the world so we can live in a protective bubble of ignorance.Â
Ignorance is what makes us believe this country is great...

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This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out âstop flirting with me!â at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because 1. I wasnât 2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional 3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people 4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, âdude, trust me, sheâs not flirting with youâ to him
That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasnât flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.
One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have âa chanceâ with her.
When I asked him what made him think that, he said âWell, she talks to me.â
Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.
So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said âDid you just say that because youâre being paid to say that?âÂ
I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said âNope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!â To which he responded, âOh, so you werenât flirting with me then.â
Dude, Iâm not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.
My defense mechanism when Iâm uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said âIs there anything I can get you this morning?â to which he responded,
âThere, you just smiled! What does that mean?â
At this point I was fed up, so I said,Â
âI smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?â
And he said âIâm gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I donât like it when girls lie to meâ and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadnât just said something at 11 on the âIs this guy a serial rapistâ scale (where 0 is ânoâ and 10 is âYes, run away as fast as you can right now.â).
Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said âYou do smile at everyone. Thatâs fucked up.â and walked out.
I canât even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over?Â
New Rule: If sheâs at work, SHEâS NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.
Guys, stop bothering women while theyâre working. Youâre just being annoying. People have jobs to do that arenât related to you, and the world doesnât revolve around your fragile, desperate egos.
and please donât ask us when we get off. It sends the creep alarm all the way off.
Hereâs my story: I was in a bookstore as a customer, with my partner. I went to the counter to ask for a book and my partner trailed along behind me. The guy tells me where I can find it and as I walk away to get it he says to my partner âdid you see that hot chick flirting with me, Iâm gonna hit that laterâ to which my partner replied âthatâs my fucking wife.â
Asking you to do your job is not flirting.
One time at work I found out that a male coworker thought I was âin loveâ with him. I literally just had conversations with him like I would with all my other coworkers. But no, apparently that meant I must be in love with him. I donât understand why guys think that being civil is flirting?? Every time I have been friends with a guy there is always a point when theyâll either ask me âare you flirting with me?â or âdo you have a crush on me??â. Why do you assume that just because Iâm treating you like a human being then I MUST want to jump your bones. Your egos need to calm the fuck down tbh.
When I was a barista as Starbucks I constantly had guys taking drinks and giving me a creepy smile or asking if I made it special for them.
Trust me dude, your half-caf vanilla latte is no more special than the person behind you.
This is such a long post but YES. I got this for 10 years and retail. Youâre trained to smile and be polite. You HAVE to or you get in trouble. The amount of dudes that have mistaken that for flirting⌠Boggles the mind.
DO NOT. CHAT UP. WOMEN. WHEN THEYâRE WORKING. DO NOT. DO. NOT. because let me tell you something. best case scenario, youâre making her uncomfortable. worst case, youâre scaring the shit out of her. Iâve been harassed and stalked so many times in my retail career itâs unreal. after the worst incident, I got special permission to wear a false nametag from then on. I was stalked by a man I spoke to once. two sentences. I greeted him on entering the store and asked if he needed anything. he read my nametag and asked for my number. my male coworker tagged in and let me go stock the backroom until he left. weird, but seemed harmless enough. until he called the store every day to ask if I was working. and asked repeatedly for my schedule, claiming to be my boyfriend. he happened to have the same first name as the guy I was seeing at the time. thankfully, this had happened to enough women across the company that disclosing a coworkers schedule over the phone to anyone other than that coworker, even if it was one of their family members, was a fireable offense. so no one ever did it. he kept at it for SIX. MONTHS. I transferred to another store. he didnât believe my coworkers when he was told that I didnât work there anymore, including new hires who had never even met me and knew me only as âthe girl who used to work here whose stalker wonât stop calling.â he got hostile. came by and confronted my friend Dave, who had been my supervisor when we worked in the same location and who had been there during my first and only in-person contact with my stalker. thankfully, Dave is a very good actor. he told my stalker, tearfully, that I really had transferred to another store. in the city. and that a few days after starting at my new store, I was tragically hit by a bus while walking to work and had passed away. the daily phone calls finally stopped after that. I had to FAKE MY DEATH to get away from this fucker. who I had greeted once. because it was my job. this happens to women in retail often enough that some national companies have guidelines on handing these situations right in the orientation handbook. hell, our store even had a special âI need help but I canât make a scene because I would be endangering myselfâ code. SARA. Send Assistance Right Away. if someone on the sales floor asked a question about âsaraâ (ex: âhey, is sara working today?â) that meant call security and get to that coworker ASAP. she is being paid to be nice to you. the only reason she isnât calling you a creep and telling you to leave is that she is so dependent on her job that sheâs weighing her options: is he more of a danger to me than my loss of income would be if I got fired for telling him off?
@acciopigfarts
Honestly, this type of shit made me scared to be nice to men at work for a long time. Â I worked at a library for a few years when I was a teenager, and it wasnât a customer service position, but if someone looked like they needed help finding something, I was more than happy to help. Â But guys would sometimes latch onto my pleasant demeanor like I was flirting with them and wouldnât leave me alone. Â And since I often worked alone back in the stacks, that left me pretty vulnerable. Â One day, after I helped a guy find books on military jets and having a polite conversation about the Special Olympics (I remember the whole encounter vividly) Â he followed me back to my working area in the stacks and sexually assaulted me. Â I was 17.
So yeah, donât bother women and girls at work. Â They may very well have reason to be scared of you.
I work at Taco Bell and I canât even count the times fucking assholes have run up my drive - thru timer and GOTTEN ME IN TROUBLE FOR TAKING TOO LONG because they wanted a goddamn captive audience to practice their creepy, shitty moves on.
DO NOT HIT ON PEOPLE AT WORK. DONâT. ITâS NOT CUTE; ITâS CREEPY AND RUDE. WE ARE REQUIRED TO BE NICE TO YOU. WE ARE NOT ACTUALLY INTERESTED. BACK THE FUCK OFF.
If weâre polite, weâre flirting, we want them, weâre in love, we were asking for it.
If weâre not polite, weâre called bitches, sluts, whores, why canât you just be fucking nice all Iâm doing is trying to talk.
Reason #5,684 why we need feminism.
This post is so fucking important
I work in a museum and give tours and all of my coworkers are much much older and very nice people. Unfortunately there arenât a lot of us and I usually work alone on Saturday shifts when the museum is most crowded. My very first Saturday shift a man came in 30 minutes before closing and asked if I could give him a tour. I am obliged to smile and be friendly and cheery to all guests, so I did that as I talked about the museum. We hadnât even moved into the second room before he asked if I was hitting on him. I was 16, he was in his 20s. He was smiling creepily and said that normal people arenât as cheery looking as I was at the time so naturally I was hitting on him. I told him to leave and threatened to call the cops (which usually just entailed walking onto the porch and screaming because the station was across the street).
This fucker grabbed my goddamn wrist and I clocked him in the face without a second thought. I ran to the back room and grabbed our museum keys and pressed the panic button. The cops came and arrested the guy and the only people who know about it are my coworkers and superiors.
Leave us the fuck alone. Weâre working, not flirting.
STOP HITTING ON WOMEN AT WORK!!! WE ARE REQUIRED TO BE NICE IF WE WANT TO KEEP OUR JOBS!!
It was my second week at my first job at a secondhand video game store. I was 18 and a senior in high school. Weâre a very friendly sort of establishment and typically shoot the breeze with the folks who come in. I was on register and this twitchy, stooped, young guy with an honest-to-God GREY HOODIE shuffles into the store, cuts off the woman at the register trying to pay for her kidsâ toys, and asks fervently if we have any Pokemon cards. I was utterly stunned, and only pointed toward the large bin where we keep our loose cards. He muttered his thanks and shuffled off to sift through them and grumble under his breath. Seconds later, a tall, broad-shouldered chap with blonde hair and a cap like the one Ash Ketchum wears strode in. I was in the midst of ringing up a huge purchase, and he waited by the register until Iâd bagged everything and thanked the family. By that time the mass inside the store had dwindled slightly, and the blonde man gestured toward the bloke in the hoodie and asked, âHe didnât cause too much trouble, did he? Sorry about him.â He offered his hand. âIâm Kyle, by the way.â I shook his hand and told him my name. I was kind of half-having a conversation with him, since I WAS WORKING and part of that job required me cleaning secondhand PS3 games.Â
I caught on pretty quickly that this Kyle fellow was a good deal older than myself--he talked fondly of the trouble he used to get into while he was still in college. Eventually, he asked me if I was in school. My high school has a similar title to the arts college in my town, and when I told him, he mistook it for the college. âOh, hey, college girl! Whatâre you studying?â âActually, no, Iâm at the high school.â Well, that made him DAMN uncomfortable. After a few awkward minutes, he asked me what year I was. âSenior.â âOh, cool, cool. So... are you 18 yet?â Aw, HELL no. Praise GOD I was distracted for a few minutes by having to hunt for something in the back store room. When I got back, my coworker had taken over register, which left me to cleaning discs, with no convenient interruptions in my little chat with my new buddy. He asked me what kind of stuff I did for fun at school, and I told him I was in the chess club and I wrestled. He fixated on the latter for WAY too long, until Savannah switched me back over to register for her lunch break.
I had another big purchase--there were like 5 kids AND the parents AND the grandparents, all of whom insisted upon paying separately--during which Kyle politely backed out of our discussion. When I got done with them, Kyle had his freaking phone out and asked me for my number. I told him I wasnât comfortable with giving him my number. He insisted. I told him I donât give my info to customers during work. He asked when I got off. I told him I simply wasnât interested. He insisted it was just for âfriendly reasons.â (I have cleaned so many stables in my lifetime, I know the smell of horse crap when I smell it. I even know what it sounds like. This was the largest pile Iâve ever encountered.) I finally LIED ABOUT HAVING A BOYFRIEND. And THEN he backed off, and was hella indignant, like Iâd led him on or something. Five hours later, four and a half after Kyle left, my boss insisted on walking me to my car for my safety.
My ex is being crazy. He came to my house multiple times and has successfully made me jealous by hanging out with another girl now, and him acting great now that we are through. Today, he flipped me off when he saw me on the road. It makes me feel hurt , because I didn't do anything to him...I won't ever get back with him but is he doing this to get my attention? My friend said by him doing all this he's not over the relationship even though he's the one who ended it. What are your thoughts?
Yeah sounds like it, though Iâm not a love doc. Anyone else have thoughts on this?
Behold, the Relationship Guru is come. Yes, heâs doing it to get your attention. Even though heâs the one who ended it, heâs not fully over the relationship and feels the need to push you further away and âproveâ to himself that he doesnât need you, he can be happy without you, and thatâs why he broke up with you, because he doesnât need you to make him happy. Really, heâs not fully happy without you, which is just proof that the break-up needed to happen. (If you cannot be happy single, you cannot be happy in a relationship.) Heâs pissed off, because he realizes now he canât be fully happy without you, and in a twisted way, he blames you for it--like if he truly mattered with you, youâd be jealous and chasing him, and you wouldnât have âletâ him break up with you. Itâs hella bass-ackward, but Iâve seen this a hundred-plus times. Itâs him trying to validate himself for breaking up with you, in a very convoluted manner.
i hope every girl who doesnât have a girlfriend gets a girlfriend this year
Or maybe straight people exist
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I am a straight woman and I exist. I approve this message. So does my boyfriend.
The bloke on the right looks like he sees what we see.
Iâm going to do it. My next story will be good, and nobody will die. With just a satisfying dash of homosexuality.

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Inglewood, CA #BLACKLIVESMATTER
On Sunday, police responded to a call of a suspicious vehicle parked on Manchester Boulevard around 3:10 am. When police arrived, they engaged in a 45-minute long standoff before opening fire on the man and woman inside the vehicle, killing them both.
The woman was pronounced dead shortly after the shooting, and the man succumbed to his injuries after paramedics transported him to a local hospital.
The shooting seemed like an open and shut case until the next day. Mayor James Butts, while responding to questions about the shooting, opened up a huge can of worms â both the man and the woman were unconscious.
For at least 45 minutes, police attempted âto rouseâ them in an effort âto de-escalate the situation,â said Butts.
After admitting that the couple was asleep, Butts quickly defended the officers, noting, âObviously at some point they were conscious because somebody felt threatened.â
However, that notion has yet to be proven and is particularly unlikely due to the fact that not a single officer received so much as a scratch, nor did the couple have any reason to be violent.
Both of the victims were parents; Kisha Michael, 31, a single mother of three sons, and Marquintan Sandlin, 32, a single father of four daughters.
Families for both described them as devoted parents who made arrangements for care of their children while they took a night off.
âThe police ainât telling us nothing,â said Trisha Michael after being met with tight lips from the department.
âHe was a loving father,â said Sandlinâs sister Leandra Faulkner. Â âAll he cared about was his girls, getting them right.â
According to his relatives, Sandlin had a ârough lifeâ but had turned it around and was working as a successful truck driver.
Sadly, these children will now grow up knowing that their parents were taken from them by cops, scared of a sleeping couple.
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âFor at least 45 minutes the cops attempted âto rouseâ them in an effort âto de-escalate the situationâ said Butts.After admitting that the couple were asleep, Butts quickly defended the officers actions, noting, âObviously at some point they were conscious because somebody felt threatened.ââ
What the fuck, were they aggressively snoring? Who opens fire on someone they just spent 45 minutes trying to wake up? Great. Now Iâve heard it all. Cops are afraid of unconscious people. 45 minutes of de-escalation? Did it ever once occur that if you try to wake someone up in a car with loud noise and they donât wake up, medical attention may be needed?
#KishaMichae #MarquintanSandlin #PoliceBrutality #Cops #KillerCops #America #BLACKLIVESMATTER
#StayWoke
Sleeping in your car can be a death sentence in the police state #BlackLivesMatter Booost!
Whaaaaaaaaat! Damn make it VIRAL!Â
Whenever a girl compliments me Iâm like⌠Is this a normal compliment or a gay compliment? I need to know
Story time: Thereâs this Christian ministry called HydroLove at my campus. We take water bottles downtown every âThirsty Thursdayâ and talk to drunk people coming out of the clubs and hand them out. These bottles always have messages along the lines of âJesus loves youâ and such written on them. Itâs a nice thing we do to make drunk people feel better.
A couple of Thursdays ago I was downtown with HydroLove, accompanied by my friends Harley, Hannah, and Sarah Grace. We encountered my buddy Kevin and his friend Chryslin. Both were slightly tipsy, but were able to hold maybe a 10-minute conversation with the four of us quite coherently. Now, Hannah and I are both TERRIBLE about realizing when weâre getting hit on. That being said, Chryslin was being exceedingly obvious in her advances toward Hannah. I kept an eye on her to see if sheâd figure it out, and how sheâd react. Anyway, after a bit, they had to leave and invited us to a pizza place with them. We politely declined, as we were in the middle of doing ministry stuff. They went one way, we went the other. Harley had a suspicious expression on her face and said, âHannah, I think Chryslin--â
And then we heard it from the street corner: âHAAAAAAN-NAAAAAAAH!â We turned around and there was Chryslin in all her lesbian glory, 200 feet away, hollering at Hannah. âYOU KNOW YOUâRE HELLA CUTE, RIGHT?!â And she went on her way.
I turned to Sarah Grace and commented, âI donât think she meant that in a general sense.â Harley was DYING laughing, and Hannah was like, âWait--guys, someone tell me, was she, like--hitting on me?!â She was completely bewildered. Apparently it was the first time sheâd ever been hit on by a woman.