Please just understand, my dear

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sexyfitarmychick:

I will never understand why stripping is seen as degrading.

Like…the job description is literally “I am so hot that you could never get me in real life so you’re going to have to pay me to dance for you.”

????

(Source: gold-kushkloudz)

thecasablancalily:

Every Sunday like clockwork. Me and bae

thecasablancalily:

Every Sunday like clockwork. Me and bae

(Source: daiquiri-kisses)

illkim:

when you hold a boy’s dick you hold all of their power. they are powerless. you can either give them an orgasm or destroy them.

(Source: illkim)

(Source: ruinedchildhood)

They boy I really like told me that he not only didn’t want to take advantage if me but also that he respected me. And he’s super hot. Is this real life?

zodiacbaby:

*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation

stunningpicture:

I like the way you think, Coke.

stunningpicture:

I like the way you think, Coke.

(Source: blameaspartame)

livdash:

fiftyshadesofmacygray:

It’s important to make friendships that are deeper than gossiping and drinking and smoking and going out.

Make friends who you can go get breakfast with, make friends you can cry with, make friends who support your life goals and believe in you.

this pls

lapfoxs:

this is literally everyone on tumblr

ifagrizzlycouldtalk:

blainekatzman:

im really mad at how accurate this is

A moment of silence for our fallen bearded brother who sacrificed himself for the sake of this disgustingly accurate illustration.

ifagrizzlycouldtalk:

blainekatzman:

im really mad at how accurate this is

A moment of silence for our fallen bearded brother who sacrificed himself for the sake of this disgustingly accurate illustration.

(Source: meme-meme)

nigga-chan:

pocket change fell out in the dryer again whoops 

nigga-chan:

pocket change fell out in the dryer again whoops 

(Source: ryulongd)

i-once-had-a-guy-tell-me:

I once had a drunk guy tell me I was too sexy to be shooting up at a party. He knocked the needle out of my hands and stepped on the pen, shattering the casing, telling me I should thank him by giving him my number and a kiss. It was my diabetes medicine.

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Coming from a state champion baker:

the-art-pimpette:

docholligay:

If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t. 

Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof. 

This concludes me attempting to be helpful. 

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