camuizuuki:

eatfoodzap:

artemismoon12:

forgivemeannabelle:

confringo-:

starry-dawn:

angryarabrants:

vladtheimpala:

jensenapples:

vladtheimpala:

ouyangdan:

ladyfreakingchaos:

tinydragongina:

tyleroakley:

Let’s not beat around the bush here…

OR SHALL WE?!

Why the fuck is she cuddling with Tampax at what appears to be a pool that is also the ocean?

I want a tampon commercial where the women are fighting zombies or some shit.

And they’re all beat up and bloody and shoving tampons into bullet wounds to stop the bleeding.

And I want one of the ladies to full-on decapitate a zombie with a machete or maybe a scythe.

And then I want her to look directly into the camera with blood running from an open wound on her forehead and say,

“For the fighting spirit.”

^ That commercial would win all of the Oscars.

That commercial would make more sense that all this faffing about through the fields of daisies and cuddling your fucking tampons bullshit…

What are you talking about?

I sit by the pool/ocean cuddle my tampons all the fucking time.

Who wants to start a tampon company with me just so we can make that commercial?

What would it be called, Tampocalypse? I’d be game if it were called Tampocalypse.

reblogging for the priceless notes

The Tampocalypse

FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT.

Well periods aren’t all ‘Let me parade around in my motherfucking white bikini at the beach and shake my ass around in front of the hot boys while snuggling my tampon box”

IT’S LITERALLY A BLOOD BATH!!

IT’S A WAR!

IF YOU GET IN MY WAY, FUCKER I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!

Tampocalypse.

I love the internet. 

I would buy the shit outta that.

I AM LITERALLY WEEPING

W-E-E-P-I-N-G

(Source: adventuresofbetahugh)

angeloftuesday:

pizzarash:

damnundblast:

Made by the same people who did the quiet place.

The last time they made one it was great.

This is incredible.

Crying. Shaking. But ready for sleep. 

This was well needed. 

Well, it’s definitely better than The Quiet Place.

The thinly veiled snide commentary on Facebook still seemed a little out of place in something that’s supposed to be loving and relaxing, but this is still pretty cool.

(via viria)

dreamofflight:

sunnyxstars:

duckiejlovesspn:

jensen-obsessed:

its-jessk:

LOOK at this pic of Jensen!!!!!

it’s a drawing….

AMAZED?!

yes, yes you are

someone tell me this is a real picture somewhere…PLEASE? oh god if it is…*Dead*

AMAZING! xD

ummm omg

Yeah, the original is with Chris Pine.

It’s a photo manipulation (the body and background) with the head being drawn, or possibly photo manipulated off of a picture of Jensen. either way, this is pretty damn flawless, and a genius piece of art. The artist did an AMAZING job of drawing Jensen’s features on, and Chris Pine’s body was a pretty good piece to choose for matching Jensen’s. If the background was indeed drawn as well, and not a photo manipulation, then I apologize profusely!!! 
This is damn good art. 

(Source: curvingbullet72, via camuizuuki)

findingthinagain:

strongaly:

sur-le-tas:

tiffany-do:

starvingforperfection123:

I’m “good.”

Seven more pounds til I am considered “perfect.”

A million years til I consider myself perfect.

What has the media done to girls? 128 pounds at 6 feet? Really?

114lbs at my height lol hell naw. I’m good now

STOP THIS MADNESS SHIT. THIS IS A SHIT CHART. Stop depriving yourself of food and health. The next time I see this chart again on my dash, I am going to print this chart, make my friend’s dog shit on it, and post a picture of it.

Oh yes, because when I was unhappy with my body and thought I needed to lose weight, I was pretty good. When I was embarrassed to wear shorts and wouldn’t let my boyfriend touch my stomach, it’s okay, because I was good. Then when my body was shutting down, I was finally perfect. When I lost almost half of my hair, I sure was perfect. When I refused to eat with my boyfriend’s family, I was the hottest girl on earth. Man it felt so good to be perfect and to cry at the doctor’s office. It was the coolest thing ever to lie to everyone I loved and alienate friends because they worried about me. I just loved exhaustion and anxiety and being alone. It was so cool to never have fun. Just perfect, really. Perfect like the way I’d take my pulse before bed and wonder if I’d wake up the next morning. Perfect like secretly doing pushups in the bathroom because I’d eaten too many strawberries. Life is so perfect when you lose weight.

Now my life is so bad because I’m not good or perfect anymore. I must totally suck because I make good grades and have friends. Life is just terrible because my boyfriend doesn’t get mad at me anymore for making a scene over food, and I go to family gatherings and talk to people instead of thinking about food and trying to not to have a panic attack. I’m just so miserable because I gained weight, not to mention ugly and incompetent. I mean, what does it matter that I play college soccer and lift heavy weights and have more love in my life than ever before? Life should be terrible because I’m not perfect, right?

I mean it makes so much sense.

^ perfect commentary. This is so unhealthy, mentally AND physically, that i really don’t know where to start.

No. Just no. I’ve had body issues my ENTIRE life, I am five foot two and 160 pounds. Do I want to lose weight? Yes. But not to attain “perfection”. Lose weight for you and you might even have FUN. It’s not about a number or a waist size. It’s about looking in a mirror and being happy. It’s about being healthy, it’s about being able to run two miles and feeling like you can take on the world. NONE of these numbers, attached to these heights, are healthy.

Do it for you. Not for some dumbass chart.

visual-poetry:

“ja ja jandl” by anatol knotek

…this is a written portrait of my favorite poet ernst jandl, which i finished recently.
it’s from the series of “written pictures”.
find more »here« and »here«  

have a look at the homepage of ernst jandl (german): http://www.ernstjandl.com 

(via shotgunshutshiscakehole2)