grand-empress-of-quelf:

thisisurheichouspeaking:

Art dump part 4

okay story time

so my art teacher assigned us to do a chalk pastel still life of fruits n shit and I was like “no”

so I drew a banana instead.

and my teacher came by like “you need to have more than one fruit in your still life”

so I was like “k”

and so I put that cherry on top of the banana and titled it “Banana Split Without The Ice Cream Because Life Is Full Of Disappointments: By Fall Out Boy" and I turned that shit in.

My art teacher just started laughing out loud in the middle of class

It’s actually really poignant for some reason, at least until you read the caption.

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#art  #wut  

scifuck:

WHAT

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#wut  

moonlit-bedrooms:

I didn’t know how much I needed this I my life

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#pug  

Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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tomhiddleston-gifs:

Tom Hiddleston stares at your soul, Masterpost, Part III

Part I

Part II

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death-by-lulz:

Mille, the Norwegian Forest Cat | Jane Bjerkli

I bow to thee, Majestic Creature.

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

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This is really sweet

charmedsevenfold:

So for my AP United States History class we have to write a research paper; my topic is the gay rights movement in America. Today I began reading one of the books that I chose as a sourceimage

And I opened it up to the dedication page and found this

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And if you don’t think that’s one of the sweetest and most romantic things ever then get out of my face

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arrogantdad:

my mom told me that in high school she use to get boyfriends at the beginning of February so they had enough time to get her a valentines day gift and then break up with them the day after and just keep the gift and one day she told her parents about it and they made her keep her boyfriend at least until the end of February and so she did and that boy is now my dad

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The Best April Fools’ Prank (That I Shall Ever Do)

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justatiltedlamp:

Once upon a time, I decided that it was my solemn obligation to prank my friends before we graduated.

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So…I made Hogwarts Acceptance letters. A lot of them. Because who isn’t still waiting for their freaking letter to arrive?

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My hand hated me so much. Also, cursive G is the worst.

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Letters were posted. All was well.

Until this happened…

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What the-?

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This is literally the best thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

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spookynaomi:

jessekinksman:

Sam’s face just kills me omg

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Jensen Ackles Rare Photo Collection

destiel-making-love:

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And my personal favourite

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whereismydestiel:

castiel-is-a-bluebird:

dependingontheweather:

starkandrobotic:

teamgrouphug:

ballvvasher:

are

they

serious

HE DOES THE AWKWARD BONER SHIFT OH MY GOD

I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE THAT IN THE FACE OF

WELL

HIS FACE

BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD HE

/DOES THE AWKWARD BONER DANCE/

i’m not even in this fandom but

these two

they’re fucking, right?

because there is no way that they would look at each other like that if Rapunzel-eyes there wasn’t grabbing onto Trenchcoat’s shoulders every night and screaming bloody murder

Our thoughts exactly.

I love how EVERYONE understands this

#because there is no way that they would look at each other like that if Rapunzel-eyes there wasn’t grabbing onto Trenchcoat’s shoulders every night and screaming bloody murder

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modcloth:

3 purrfectly fun DIY ideas using this set of cat miniatures. 

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jackhawksmoor:

sometimes the universe just hands you a joke

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