sometimes she’s Kim K sometimes she’s Beyonce…
and sometimes she’s britney
and sometimes she’s lindsay
today these two kids in my math class were hitting each other with pencils and my teacher glared at them and said “could you try to be a little more mature?”
one of them screamed “TAXES” and punched the other kid in the face
reblog if you like pasta
what are you trying to pull here dominos
"Why do you want this job?"
Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.
Put me in the coffin with both middle fingers up
I bought cute undies at the mall today. The lady shopping next to me said “I have to ask, my son is trans, I am buying him underwear… I mean her, still working on the her thing, sorry, but could you help me? Please!”
I almost cried.
really though nothing makes me happier than supportive parents of trans* kids
Everyone has that one class where they walk in and immediately want to commit mass homicide