livelovehep:

sunalwaysshining:

meladoodle:

what if guys came coffee… i’ll have one ejaculatte please

I just spit out my coffee

You’re supposed to swallow it

If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that.

(Source: fire1ord)

fatxslut:

Good thing I can experience the lunar eclipse from the comfort of my own bed on the interweb.

fatxslut:

Good thing I can experience the lunar eclipse from the comfort of my own bed on the interweb.

(Source: blowsive)

theysayoftheacropolis:

biggestpens:

twatsoooooooon:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

lokistimetravelingsassbutt:

cumberfields:

Yes Ron cover your boobs because you’re a girl

He’s also wearing a shirt

Guys… he lived with the goddamn Twins for YEARS, that’s probably an instinctive ‘Please don’t throw an experimental potion or giant spider on me’ reaction…

…at least he’ll never have that problem again…

Look me in the eye and tell me that was really necessary

NOT EVEN IN THE HARRY POTTER FANDOM AND THAT WAS A DOUCHE MOVE

how are you not in the fandom

i thought everyone was in the fandom

(Source: daily-romione)

saltunderthesea:

bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

This is my favorite thing ever.