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Something tells me that my mom’s still trying to get the hang of using emoticons.

  • "Are you Medusa? Because you made me rock hard."
  • "Medusa makes people hard?"
  • "She turns people into rock..."
  • "I thought that was God."

My big sis is graduating this year. Was gonna caption this with, “I have big, slutty shoes to fill” since we jokingly call ourselves the slutty line but I just realized what our mouths were doing.

Completely unintentional.

justinibiebers:

stuff you ask your mom:

  • mom where’s my towel
  • mom what do we eat for dinner
  • mom what’s time is it
  • mom where’s my phone
  • mom when do you come back
  • mom whats day is it

stuff you ask your dad

  • dad where is mom
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

(via passionnanteee)

Roomie: That’s not true, you do have to touch her.
Me: Why?
Roomie: Because true love’s blind.

reasonsmysoniscrying:

I wouldn’t let him drown in this pond.

whydoihaveablog:

Happy 21st anniversary of the time our old black neighbor said “how be’s ya?” to my mother and she said back “I be’s good, how be’s you?” in a jovial manner meant to mimic his jive and then he looked at her and said “no, I said Happy Easter” because he didn’t talk jive, he was just black and my Mom is probably a little bit racist.

shadow-writer:

I want to know more about you.

No, not the name of your home town, or where you went to school, or whether or not you have brothers and sisters.

I want to know if your brows furrow when you think, and if your eyes change color to match your clothes. I want to know how many pillows you use when you sleep, and the last thought in your head before you do. I want to know what makes you cry, and if you ever pray. I want to know the distance between your shoulder blades, and if they freckle in the sun. I want to know if your hands are rough or smooth, and if there is a downy tuft at the small of your back. I want to know if you sing in the shower, and the scent of your shampoo. I want to know your unspeakable fantasies, and if you ever feel afraid.

But more than anything, I want to know if you want to know about me too.

The only curves that are sexier than a woman’s are the ones in science classes.

(via tamsie)