bi-privilege:

"she can’t be bisexual! she’s in a relationship with a man!"

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angelclark:

A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.
As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.
Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.

angelclark:

A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.

As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.

Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.

thefatgawd:

leseanthomas:

studiocatch:

the-uncensored-she:

Mr. Rock reminding you of the white male dominated entertainment industry’s racist fuckery.

Word.

Good ‘ol Chris, lol.

Chris Rock to me STAYS WOKE and even though he play well with others he still keeps it real as fuck about race.

bitsofmashmallow:

A hugging octopus necklace that appears ghostly white by day, then wakes at night to glow brilliantly in turquoise and highlighter yellow.

Click here to see it.

I really like my life right now, I have friends around me all the time. I’ve started painting more. I’ve been working out a lot. I’ve started to really take pride in being strong. I love the album I made. I love that I moved to New York. So in terms of being happy, I’ve never been closer to that.

ataoldotcom:

detodossantos:

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This. This is how you break down ableist barriers. This is incredible for the deaf and for the custies. I would love to learn sign language, and I would learn it faster if it was standing between me and booze

this is so important

woluf:

*Tim Gunn voice* I’M CONCERNED

HTGAWM + episode titles.
unamusedsloth:

"We should eat whatever those things are." [via]

unamusedsloth:

"We should eat whatever those things are." [via]

#cats  
accept-itandmove-on:

artisticgamzee:

comfortspringstation:

A Pumpkin Skeleton

*Rips off face*
I AM READY FOR THE SKELETON WAR

AND I JACK, THE PUMPKIN KING

accept-itandmove-on:

artisticgamzee:

comfortspringstation:

A Pumpkin Skeleton

*Rips off face*

I AM READY FOR THE SKELETON WAR

AND I JACK, THE PUMPKIN KING

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

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