invaderotaku:

kalliat:

how do boys actually dry their ducks after they shower like

do you just grab it in the towel and roll it between your hands like a dough snake

or do you swing it around to air dry

I need to know

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portraits-of-america:

     “I’ve been in more than 30 accidents in my life: automobile, work-related, fires—all kinds. One time, I was in a burning vehicle and didn’t think I was gonna make it out. I was ready to go to my final home, but I was embraced by an angel. At other times, I broke my leg, my ribs stuck into my lungs, I lost about a third of my blood, my stomach got punctured—every accident was worse.”     “Do you live dangerously?”     “No, I’ve never been the cause of any of these accidents. I’ve simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time—every time. Several times, I took people out of burning cars and buildings. One time, I went by a house and saw a funny-looking light at the top of the building. I called the firemen and started walking towards the house and the woman thought I looked like a hippy and yelled, ‘What do you want?’ I said, ‘Ma’am, I don’t want to say it, but your house is on fire.’ She said, ‘Oh my God, I’m watching my grandkids!’ So I went up and got them, and I suffered from smoke inhalation—that kind of stuff. But somebody saves me every time, and I think it’s God. He must have some reason for me to live, but what it is? I have no idea. Every time I come close to being something—an actor, singer, artist, writer—something stops me.”
Monroe, MI

portraits-of-america:

     “I’ve been in more than 30 accidents in my life: automobile, work-related, fires—all kinds. One time, I was in a burning vehicle and didn’t think I was gonna make it out. I was ready to go to my final home, but I was embraced by an angel. At other times, I broke my leg, my ribs stuck into my lungs, I lost about a third of my blood, my stomach got punctured—every accident was worse.”
     “Do you live dangerously?”
     “No, I’ve never been the cause of any of these accidents. I’ve simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time—every time. Several times, I took people out of burning cars and buildings. One time, I went by a house and saw a funny-looking light at the top of the building. I called the firemen and started walking towards the house and the woman thought I looked like a hippy and yelled, ‘What do you want?’ I said, ‘Ma’am, I don’t want to say it, but your house is on fire.’ She said, ‘Oh my God, I’m watching my grandkids!’ So I went up and got them, and I suffered from smoke inhalation—that kind of stuff. But somebody saves me every time, and I think it’s God. He must have some reason for me to live, but what it is? I have no idea. Every time I come close to being something—an actor, singer, artist, writer—something stops me.”

Monroe, MI

rneerkat:

an sentence like this makes me feel uncomfortable

Reblog if you have boobs

angielovebands:

magcon-and-disney-and-bands:

pipechan:

love-lives-to-hurt:

mistize:

one girl scrolled past this and woke up without boobs

Forever reblog cuz I don’t wanna wake up without boobs.

The fucking notes

Just read the notes

I’m not gonna risk anything

iguanabones:

the afterlife isnt all its hyped up to be

Young men need to be socialized in such a way that rape is as unthinkable to them as cannibalism.
Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia  (via radpghfem)

Everyone*

(via hippiehearts-)
whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said  “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.

whiskeydrinking-operating:

This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.

You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.