oh god im confused

ghc:

ghc:

guys really live in apartments like this and don’t see any issue

please don’t do me like this there’s girls here 

circelline:

librius:

librius:

librius:

affdhbdfjojvtij im goNNA CRY

JELLYFISH IN SPANISH IS JUST “BAD WATER”

Listen, sometimes you’re swimming and you dont see the angry ocean ghost zap you, so you decide that its the water that hurts

bowtomypointlesswords:

madmaudlingoes:

sergeant-angels-trashcan:

thegestianpoet:

chris hemsworth is like a DnD character whose class 100% does not require a high charisma stat but he put it as his highest stat anyways like “hmm I think it will be useful (:” so he just walks around as a muscle-bound brawler who can also inexplicably get anything he wants from anyone by smiling at them 

Him and Terry Crews

Terry Crews: high-level fighter who also multiclassed into bard, for some reason.

Chris Hemsworth: that barbarian who loves to knit.

Hugh Jackman: high level bard who was forced to take on barbarian when the party didn’t have a tank and now just wants to sing but he’s been the tank for so long it’s anyone sees him as.

(Source: t-gp)

tomatomagica:

shitmygaywifesays:

shitmygaywifesays:

I want to tell y’all a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.

I’ve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself “recovered” there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today — being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.

When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and I’d laugh and kick out my legs ‘cause I was just delighted to have her holding me.

But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when she’d try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to get me off the ground.

But every time, even if I protested, she’d lift me up and say something like: “See, you’re not so big that I can’t lift you!”

And one time I just blurted out: “But someday I’m going to be so fat you won’t be able to.”

She looked me dead in the eye and said: “No you won’t. Because if that ever happens, I’ll start working out.”

It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasn’t saying I wasn’t going to get fat — neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to be “too fat” for her.

And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that I’ll never be so big that she can’t lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and she’ll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel “too big” or “too heavy” because in her eyes I’ll never be “too” anything.

Anyway, there’s a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be “too much” to someone who loves you — too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your “too” happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that you’re always just right for them.

My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass.   😍😍 😍

officiallybi:

molbitch:

I’m thinking about how we say “spill the tea” or just “tea” and how ppl used to say “spill the beans” like what if we just said “beans” when gossiping

“… and then she told me that he actually wasn’t at her house!”

“oh beans”

somberspectraltrees:

bobavader:

bobavader:

“the thing is that you could photoshop chris fleming into any picture of a prog rock band and he’d just look like he’d belong there” – camille making an extremely true statement