i love that hillary calls trump “donald” bc it reminds everyone that he’s held no political position and has no experience, plus it diminishes all the power of the brand name “trump” and instead reminds us of a stuttering idiot duck-looking motherfucker who doesn’t ever know what he’s talking about
There are images on the Net…………………………with something sinister insinuated into their pixels.……………………………………………………
Even to Behold them is to leave imprinted………influenced………………
And yet we are drawn to them. We Down Load them and view them at our own peril……………………………………………………
These images are—get this—extremely cursed.
This…is definitely cursed.
This is a good place to submit an image that may be cursed, just to be sure.
The below image is supposedly not cursed, but even experts make mistakes sometimes.
Oh and this one! This is just a project by an artist named Angela Deane who paints on postcards and found photographs. They’re really lovely. Might be cursed but take your chances.
me: humanity is awful i can’t believe this there is no goodness or love
me: life is ok actually and i have a reason to live
hey people who know astrology shit. ive been having a lot of feeligs lately. any planets i can blame that on.
Ravenclaw is… starting that new project without finishing the one from yesterday, messy rooms, 3am talks, theology textbook one day and Stephen King novel the next, cloud watching, star gazing, cups of tea paired with random musings, quirky nicknames, having someone constantly read your feelings, a wonderful kind of sleepy, knee high socks, coffee dates in little cafes, re-reading favourite childhood books, art time-lapses, constant fiddling,
Hufflepuff is… when you grip someone’s hand mid horror-movie, blanket forts, the feeling of taking off your bra at the end of the day, when you find that perfect gift for someone, ice cream dates on sunny days, knowing there’s a shoulder to cry on if you need it, the fuzzy feeling of making someone smile, pep talks, toasting marshmallows, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, moments of ‘holy crap that’s the time?’, walking on newly fallen autumn leaves, swing sets,
Gryffindor is… when the teacher says you’ll be working in pairs and you and your friend immediately look at each other, the sting of a good hi five, when your stomach drops on a roller coaster, air guitar, laughing until you cry, snowball fights, looking up lame conspiracy theories, talking through a movie, smiling at strangers, getting into bed after a long day, cheesy pick-up lines, running your fingers through your hair, a cold glass of water on a hot day,
Slytherin is… late night drives, passing notes in class, telling awesome horror stories, the glint in someone’s eye when they know something that you don’t, fireworks, checking water temperature with the tip of your toes, truth or dare, marble sculptures, the satisfaction of knowing you’re right, scented candles, walking around in an empty house, hide and seek, collections, being told a secret,
dear men who feel like marriage is a trap and “taking away your freedom”, here’s a list of things you can do:
- not get married
- literally
- just don’t fucking propose
- and if she asks you, say no
- don’t get her hopes up
- seriously what the fuck is wrong with you???
- open marriage
Open marriage is not an answer to a toxic relationship. If you consider your partner to be a hindrance to your happiness, you aren’t in a good enough spot to have a successful open relationship.
