(Source: ruinedchildhood, via thatdudeemu)

titytwochainz:

tsunamiwavesurfing:

onkay:

tsunamiwavesurfing:

bitches ain’t even 5’5” demandin a 6’3” nigga like “pick someone your own size” ain’t a thing

Im 5’2” and my ex is 6’4” step off

your ex already did

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hannibalhamlin:

The only book I will ever need

from a graphic design standpoint tho. #muchcritical

hannibalhamlin:

The only book I will ever need

from a graphic design standpoint tho. #muchcritical

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building-an-unstoppable-fist:

bellahugo:

onesmartblackboy:

Hercules Starring The Rock Trailer {1:32}

Do you smell what The Rock is cookin?

im def interested in this.

not as sweet as i thought it was going to be but still better then some other shit.

headturnmeon:

Lml

(Source: hiphoplaboratory)

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

pretty much

protowilson:

betterbemeta:

This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness

Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.

So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.

I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener. 

So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are

and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.

because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.

Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.

The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.

fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow  mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck

I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.

pretty much

(via lilhabenero)

woodmeat:

titytwochainz:

wwest-endgirls:

during halftime

this nigga

halftime cut by dj drama

woodmeat:

titytwochainz:

wwest-endgirls:

during halftime

this nigga

halftime cut by dj drama

(Source: thegrandarchives, via booty-game-exquisite)

dongeratcalarts:

human bone nunchucks… work in progress

"Jon Sueda: One could say that the work in this exhibition represents a parallel universe, designers who practice on the margins of the profession, making work which might only exist because they were proactive about initiating it. Does this parallel universe exist?"

All Possible Futures: Experimental Jetset on Speculative Graphic Design — The Gradient — Walker Art Center

lol fucking lol

(via noroomforgrowth)

the whole of academia and the people who get artists’ grants are literally insane

(via e-erik)

Serious question what sort of shannanigans would yall pull off with 500,000 dollars? 

(via e-erik)

titytwochainz:

kaylalovestrey:

2damnfeisty:

onesmartblackboy:

They’ve made a James Brown biopic. This is a two and half minute trailer.

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This lineup is amazing. 

I’m so damn excited right now.

IM SOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!! HOW PERFECT IS THIS????

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS

catch me with da lrg popcorn and cherry coke.

spurlunk:

Inner City Wizard Schools (the hogwarts you DON’T hear about)

(via dreameaters)

lol

lol

(Source: whybray, via lessevicesavielsalm)

thepoeticrebel:

browwwnboy:

slapfight:

Nick Cannon’s mom looks really angry. 

^^^ That comment just made me spit out my water.

Roflllll

duhn guhn gottem

(Source: yesitspandapimp, via blackgeologist)

fukkkres:

mr steal ur bitch but return her cuz I’m a gentleman

serious question is he still alive or did he just go mia from here?

fukkkres:

mr steal ur bitch but return her cuz I’m a gentleman

serious question is he still alive or did he just go mia from here?

(via tang-golf)

very good

very good

(Source: withapencilinhand, via coochietoots)