according to popular show like pretty little liars
teen girls dress like this everyday
with a completely different outfit every single day never wearing the same thing
and they are all flawlessly beautiful and have impeccable bodies
u know what teenage girls really look like?
and wear shit like this
why is it so fucking hard to have a show that portrays girls in a realistic flawed way. why do we keep lying to ourselves so much
Oh, right. The marathon. The marathon for Disneyland, the marathon chosen especially to run around Disneyland, Disneyland’s marathon. That marathon?
the whole concept of flirting is just lost on me most of the time really. whenever someone is like “oh they were flirting with you” i’m just like. what. whenever someone is like “were you flirting with them?” i’m just like. what. whenever someone is like “oh you totally were flirting with them!” i’m just like. what. what is flirting. what is going on. what. i have no idea what’s going on. what
OH MY GOD IT’S NOT JUST ME
Don’t know if we can look at Coke every the same way again. Be prepared to cringe when you watch the full video here.
sugar caramelizes when heated, more shocking news to follow
It’s like that guy setting coffee creamer on fire and being like “people drink this stuff!” and it’s like yeah, a dry powder suspended in air is flammable, shock horror.
Never show these guys how candy is made, they’ll shit themselves.
*quietly facepalms forever*
I hate when people try to prove foods are unhealthy using properties utterly unrelated to their value as foods. You can make anything sound gross if you want to.
Did you know that salt is the same chemical we use to defrost sidewalks?!?!
Did you know that water is a major component in pig urine?!?!
Did you know that bread is made of wheat that has been ground into a powder and artificially reconstituted into a loaf shape using a fungus?!?!
Did u know that oxygen is what Hitler used to breathe?????
Bless all this
Kindergarten: Stupid. Oh gosh don’t tell anyone I said that.
Elementary school: What the heck.
Middle School: Damn it this is freaking dumb as hell
High school: what the fuck did you just say you little fucking shitbitchcuntfuck I will beat the dicks out of your ass
College: what the frick frack snick snack are u doing
I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
Dude I don’t even shower everyday
^^^IM NOT ALONE
OH god I ship this so hard but the relationship would suck because she could only speak and move when he wasn’t looking… But he would trust her enough to turn his back OH GOD THE FEELS SOMEONE FIC THIS
This is adorable.
When he walked into the room, it was too quiet and too dark. Quickly, he pulled out his sonic screw driver and started to turn in a circle in order to scan for any life in the room. As he was spinning, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Something with wings.
Something hiding its face.
The Doctor knew he only had milliseconds before the Weeping Angel would reach him and feed off of his time energy. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, The Doctor spun to face the angel. however, what he saw when he faced the angel almost caused him to blink…almost.
Instead of clawed hands and a snarling face, The Weeping Angel was reaching out towards The Doctor with a longing expression on her stony face. Even though her face was illuminated by the blue light from the sonic screw driver The Doctor recognized her features any where. Leaning in too examine her pained face The Doctor only managed to whisper, “Rose?”
Even though she couldn’t answer with him looking at her, The Doctor knew it was his Rose. She had the same curved lips, the same round face, the same nose that he always touched when she sassed him. “Rose Tyler, what happened to you?”
The Doctor knew that if he wanted an answer, he’d have to close his eyes.
“I’m trusting you, Rose. Please. please still be my Rose.”
Slowly, The Doctor closed his eyes and as soon as he was left in the darkness he felt his chest tighten and a cold hand placed itself on his cheek.
“Doctor,” she spoke as soft as the petal of the flower she was named for, “My Doctor, oh how I’ve missed you so.”
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED
THAT’S NOT WHAT WE WANTED AT ALL
go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done.
No, let’s rock this AU
OH MY GOD TOU MADE THAT OFF OF SOMETHING THAT I WROTE
idk why justin biebers ego is so big like does he not realize that 99% of his fan base is 9-14 years old
nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off
We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.
"I don’t want my ears pierced."
"I don’t want any earrings."
The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.
She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”
Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’
We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.
Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’
Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.
Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.
No means no, yeah, right.
Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”"
from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.
This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.
For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.
When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.