oatscarwilde:

captain-price-official:

im sobbing why is she so dumb

girlfriendluvr:

tlatollotl:

Link to textbooks - https://www.cambridge.org/core/what-we-publish/textbooks

Original tweet - https://twitter.com/MiShee54/status/1239960873982144512

wow it’s almost like textbooks never needed to cost absurd amounts of money to begin with

ribs505:

there’s no fucking way this man is real.

bring me the boiled bologna tube in a mass of heated grain and the tomato energy drink

potoobrigham:

Pie.

Index.

I think akira toriyama was onto something with making the most evil villain in dragonball z be a glorified landlord

aeritus:

Tried a different point of light there ;P

rosenshyne:

lesbianshepard:

lesbianshepard:

the receptionist was so scandalized when i told her my male cat was named daffodil. “but that’s a flower” she kept saying “why would you name a boy after a flower” like lady…..it’s a cat…..

like when i went in she went “and here’s little miss daffodil” and i corrected her with “actually, he’s a boy” and the woman just fucking short circuited. “you named a boy cat daffodil?” “yes.” “but that’s a girl’s name” like lady….it’s a flower

#cis people would gender noodles if they could#spaghetti is male#alfredo is male#angel hair pasta?#a beautiful lady (via fenrisprotector)

insanitysscribblings:

asterosian:

Do y’all know where the phrase “eat the rich” comes from or do you just repeat it cause you heard it elsewhere?

It’s not a bad thing, I just saw someone say “we never said who would eat the rich” and realized a lot of y’all might not have heard the full quote

It’s from Rousseau and it’s “When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich"

And, well, there’s a lot of people with nothing to eat…

The poor cried,

“We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat.”

The rich man said,

“Not my problem you don’t work for your bread,”

as if he did not snatch away the grain by his own greedy hands and create filling bread for his own overflowing mouth.

The poor cried,

“We are dying. There is no more medicine, and we’re all ill.”

The rich man said,

“Not my problem you don’t take care of yourselves,”

as if he did not buy all the medicine and raise prices so high

the gods themselves would not

be able to reach.

The poor people

stopped crying,

and the rich man was satisfied…

Until they came knocking at his door one night;

their faces were sunken,

their flesh decaying,

their eyes sightless.

They were monsters

of the rich man’s

own making.

As they devoured his flesh,

the rich man cried,

“Please, spare me!”

The ravenous zombies said,

“Not our fault

you fattened yourself

for slaughter.”

millennial-review: