(via peteneems)


fraternityrow:

apparently I need to go to church more often :)

(via walkamileinthesecroutons)


kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

(via tyleroakley)


prrb:

please turn on the audio for this

(via taco-bell-rey)


slugbox:

Go away

(via melancholy-ollie)


masoncheryl:

*looks at fictional character* nobody loves u more than me

(via melancholy-ollie)


seedy:

"haha i don’t care" 

*goes home and cries*

(via melancholy-ollie)


luciferhasthebooty:

etnah:

hinder:

it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

What if they fall asleep by accident though?

then you love it even more because they stayed up even though they were dead tired just to talk to you ya doof

(via melancholy-ollie)


la-xingada:

paperdemons:

killershot:

Dear Women,
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
Thank you

TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.

this hurts.

this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories

This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,

This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.

This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers… 

this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.

(via walkamileinthesecroutons)