Huffly Puffly

18.Texas.Hoping to be a psychiatrist Animal Crossing friend code (4554-0488-9123)



Ask me anything  
Reblogged from marxvx

marxvx:

if i as a retail worker have to work with a dozen cameras pointed at me to deter me from stealing $10, cops should have to work with a camera pointed at them to deter them from arbitrarily maiming and killing people

(via mintleaftea)

Reblogged from fanityty
Reblogged from thatisnotahat
princessvixel:

thatisnotahat:

I’ve been watching this for 5 minutes and giggling like an idiot.

damn

princessvixel:

thatisnotahat:

I’ve been watching this for 5 minutes and giggling like an idiot.

damn

(via auroralynne)

Reblogged from tatianaception

tatianaception:

the idea of being right-handed or left-handed is so fucked up. like how in the hell is it evolutionarily advantageous to have one hand that’s good at everything and one that’s fucking useless. why aren’t we all dead.

(via mootiness)

Reblogged from inderlander

simi-likes-sparklies:

"Have you met me?  Hi, I am Stiles"

(Source: inderlander, via cryingmanlytears)

Reblogged from andythelemon
andythelemon:

Anxiety & unwanted thoughts are absolutely horrible to deal with, but I’m determined to beat them eventually. This is how I envision them - I suppose venting through drawing is one of my ways of coping with it.

andythelemon:

Anxiety & unwanted thoughts are absolutely horrible to deal with, but I’m determined to beat them eventually. This is how I envision them - I suppose venting through drawing is one of my ways of coping with it.

Reblogged from themouseabides

madman-in-a-blue-box-at-221b:

themouseabides:

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.

Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.

image

(via kingburu)

Reblogged from dokibots

dokibots:

haha! have fun at highschool today NERDS. i’m gonna be doing cool ADULT stuff like sleeping WHENEVER i want and CRYING 

(via mintleaftea)

Reblogged from memewhore
tony-the-intelligent-goon:

ashiibaka:

Science.

I can’t tell what my favorite part is, but it’s either
scientists wasting budget and time to see if ants count their steps
the idea to put ants on stilts
there had to be a guy who made ant stilts and put them on the ants
confused ants

tony-the-intelligent-goon:

ashiibaka:

Science.

I can’t tell what my favorite part is, but it’s either

  • scientists wasting budget and time to see if ants count their steps
  • the idea to put ants on stilts
  • there had to be a guy who made ant stilts and put them on the ants
  • confused ants

(Source: memewhore, via 9-charisma)

Reblogged from wasthatnotsideblog

lady-redrum:

wasthatnotsideblog:

just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time

it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness

thanks

TAKE NOTE.

(via sherbies)

Reblogged from lukes-leg-thing
  • 5sos were not called a boyband
  • They were called a band
  • They were not compared to One Direction
  • They were compared to Green Day and Blink-182
  • Dylan O'Brien you had one job to do
  • Dylan O'Brien you did that job very well
Reblogged from ilse-chan-san
Reblogged from jamesfrancos

kaleigh-marie:

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

This gave me chills like twice

(Source: jamesfrancos, via mintleaftea)

Reblogged from bitchcrvftt

bitchcrvftt:

White privilege is being able to shoot up a movie theater and leave alive in the back of a cop car. It’s driving around in the BMW daddy bought you killing because you felt you were entitled to women’s bodies & afterwards the media painting you as not a criminal but rather a poor sad situation of a person suffering from mental health issues.

But if you are a PoC you’re one trip to the corner store and a warning shot to the back of the head away from being a hash tag on tumblr.

(via thatshomosexual)

Reblogged from suqmydiqtbh

(Source: suqmydiqtbh, via troyesivan)