i like my men how i like my tea
thrown in the boston harbor
I like my men like I like my wine.
Twelve years old and locked in a basement.
I like my men how I like my meat
ground up and in the freezer
I like my men how I like my books
bound in leather
I like my men how I like my homework
spread all over the table
one on top of the other
I’m so done with this site omg
welcome to tumblr everyone
My absolute favorite thing is finding a book I can’t put down
And reading it until really late at night
And only stopping when my eyes start to hurt and my vision gets blurry from either sleep or strain
And when I put it down I realize how tired I am and fall asleep instantly.
In the morning, I wake up, and the first thing I do is pick up the book
And I read until I’m hungry, or I need to pee.
I just love that.
I’d live for this.
What do you mean “servings per container”?
If it’s all in one container, it’s one serving.
That I will eat.
Science experiment: Who is easiest to summon?
The only way to find out is to reblog and wait. Wait patiently. Just wait. It will be good I promise.
If you can’t concentrate in school because the mere sight of a girl’s bare leg is too much of a distraction, you are probably a danger to society tbh
look at how frickin content this snail is with his little stick
i think we all need to calm down and look at this snail again
omfg so today I saw a man and a woman holding hands in public, i mean i don’t have anything against heterosexuality but don’t flaunt it in front of me, think of the kids omfg
Sometimes, I wish I could ban my students from saying the word “gay” unless we’re specifically talking about homosexual people. Today one kid said that the ceiling was gay. Ceiling can’t be gay. Ceiling can’t even be straight. Ceiling is ceiling. Ceiling’s sexual preference is light bulb.