hypnoticmonkey:

carryonmy-assbutt:

theshadyslut:

owlcitymordred:

stagdoeandfawn:

catully:

brigwife:

latitudeoctopus:

brigwife:

wait you mean you don’t use the word ‘fortnight’ in america???

Wait what? Then what do they use?

they don’t have a word

what do you mean they don’t have a word what kind of uncivilised people are they??

the fuck is a fortnight

It’s a word for ‘two weeks’

We say “two weeks”

*thousands of cups of tea smash to the ground in shock*

What the hell?

silent-suicides:

aquabreeze:

laughing-with-the-sun:

pvincess:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?




How can you not reblog somethint like this

silent-suicides:

aquabreeze:

laughing-with-the-sun:

pvincess:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

sxeman69:

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!

We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct

We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 

Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 

Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.

Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 

You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 

What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

How can you not reblog somethint like this

(Source: wildcatmary, via hypnoticmonkey)

hypnoticmonkey:

zenpencils:

WHAT TEACHERS MAKE by Taylor Mali

I would make more of this poem, but some of the things mentioned in this are actually quite bad teaching practice :( it’s a shame, cos its otherwise a really good message.

"Do you ever just want to punch yourself in the face for liking someone too much"

(via no-fear-in-dilated-eyes)

(Source: classlovequotes, via michellejhiggins)

hisnamewasbeanni:

thinkbrit:


noottersontheflightdeck:

the-sonic-screw:

rachelmakesitawkward:

bluepoliceboxes:

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

I THINK MY ENTIRE LIFE JUST EXPLODED INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.
My childhood. IT ALWAYS LED ME TO THE DOCTOR.

I looked this up a while ago. Apparently the writers were HUGE Doctor Who fans…
…AND THEY BASED TOMMY OFF OF THE DOCTOR. 
Think about it…always getting up to strange wonderful adventures, a charismatic & whimsical leading character…
And what did Tommy always have with him?
HIS TRUSTY SCREWDRIVER.




Everything is good.

hisnamewasbeanni:

thinkbrit:

noottersontheflightdeck:

the-sonic-screw:

rachelmakesitawkward:

bluepoliceboxes:

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

I THINK MY ENTIRE LIFE JUST EXPLODED INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.

My childhood. IT ALWAYS LED ME TO THE DOCTOR.

I looked this up a while ago. Apparently the writers were HUGE Doctor Who fans…

AND THEY BASED TOMMY OFF OF THE DOCTOR. 

Think about it…always getting up to strange wonderful adventures, a charismatic & whimsical leading character…

And what did Tommy always have with him?

HIS TRUSTY SCREWDRIVER.

image

Everything is good.

(via hypnoticmonkey)

Isolation.
Fear.
Sadness.
Dejection.
Rejection.
Anticipation.
Hope.
Nervousness.
Longing.

I’m trying to get my feelings out. But I don’t even know what I’m feeling.
I just feel kind of empty. Well, not really. I’m full of chocolate biscuits and tea. But emotionally it’s like a vacuum.

Why do I always mess things up for myself? I get my heart set on things, be they academic, jobs or even relationships. Then I do one of three things: I run, I sabotage or I decide I “don’t want it anymore” (rubbish).

Is it because when I do go for something, let myself be vulnerable and wear my heart on my sleeve, lay down my emotions - no holds barred - it usually goes wrong and I feel even worse than I did before? Is it because I’m a coward? So scared of rejection or failure that I never fulfil my potential? Or is it simply because I’m a lazy cow?

flozac:

the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway

flozac:

the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway

(Source: pornthisway, via hypnoticmonkey)

I’d give anything to go back to this moment.

I’d give anything to go back to this moment.

I don’t know what’s worse: wanting what you can’t (and possibly shouldn’t) have or not knowing what you want at all.

Hello again!

I am a young adult. I’m 20. Have been for a couple of months now. I’m no longer a teenager. Adolescence has passed me by. Actually, it’s flown by. And I can’t help but look back over the past decade and look at how things have changed. 

My course (Childhood and You: Theory and Practice - I’ll explain what it entails in a bit) has taught me a lot more about myself than I thought it would. The most striking thing I have learnt has been that all these terms thrown at us - toddler, child, pre-teen, teenager, adolescent, young adult - they’re all social constructs that actually mean naff-all. Try to define them. I dare you. When do you stop being a teenager? Is it when you stop putting “teen” at the end of your age? By that logic, the day I turned 20 I stopped being a teenager and miraculously turned into an adult. Technically, in the eyes of the law I became an adult the day I turned 18. But what is associated with adulthood? Maturity, sensibility, RESPONSIBILITY. 

I’m stuck at that weird, in between bit. On one hand, yes, I do feel a lot more grownup than I did this time last year. I feel I’d have been able to deal much better with some of the things that happened over the course of 2012 now, such as a relationship. And I often kick myself and think “why didn’t you do this instead of that?! Why did you deal with your insecurities better?!” and wish that I had matured more quickly. But the truth is transitions all happen at specific times and that’s just something we all have to deal with. That doesn’t mean to say my regrets have magically disappeared. But it’s another lesson I guess. 

On the other hand I still feel so child-like in many ways. Like I’m not ready to deal with the responsibilities than come with being a grown-up. And it’s really frustrating! Because I want to be. I want to be able to handle anything life throws at me on my own, without having to run back to Mum. I guess I’ll just have to pull my socks up and just d e a l w i t h i t. 

Anyway, not sure why I wrote this. I left my diary at uni so apparently Tumblr is the next best thing, ha.