Author: alenkaobdo

gayhex:

also tumblr drama is so much better because so rarely is it done for clicks like twitter and instagram are…. like tumblr drama is ALWAYS next level shit. this site does not fail to entertain. we got lesbians who cut off each others toes, people who fake their race for 2 YEARS only to get exposed to be white and have said multiple slurs under the guise they could reclaim them, the bone steal girl (bless her soul), 22 year olds who bully teenagers because they share the same kin…….. this site is so messy

caffeinewitchcraft:

Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.

Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?

And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run

But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually

Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.

Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!

bubleboobo:

sneakyfeets:

sapphoats:

voltron being so popular is like. everyone raving about an amazing restaurant and u go there and they just serve plain thin toast and all the happy smiling customers have brought their own jam

At this point they’ve literally brought all their own food and are just pretending the restaurant served it. They’re just here for the atmosphere

the chefs are actively trying to poison us but half the restaurant says we should be thankful for their hard work

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weight-a-second:

concept: me, a housewife, putting two lean cuisines in the microwave. i drink an entire bottle of chardonnay during the four minutes the chicken fettuccine takes to heat up. my husband walks through the door just as i place the entrée on the table. he thanks me for slaving away all day over a hot stove. i have succeed in passing the lean cuisine off as my own creation. when he’s done, i tell him im in love with our maid, helen–who bears a striking resemblance to margot robbie–and that i will see him in court. im blind drunk and jump into a 1960s pink convertible that helen is driving. we laugh about the lean cuisines.

this is the best post on this fucking website