pantransautie:

grimthetransman:

darkstiella:

markiplitessepticeyes:

demisexualmerrill:

melonmemes:

Hit the AV button on the remote

The plastic death traps that protected the video cassettes in the library

If the game doesnt work blow into the cartridge and/or console

The cord you had to plug into the correct colored spot in both the tv and the game cube/vcr

The colors were red yellow white/black

Gotta rewind the movie to watch it.

You can’t use the home phone and the internet at the same time. You have to choose one or the other.

You have to listen to your giant box scream for a good 5-10 minutes before you can check your aol

bvlgaria:

youffievalentine:

^{natalia dyer, for dazed magazine}

rozekimi:

I have two … A Poem

I have two boobs.

Bigger than some

Smaller than most

And that’s okay

Because no matter what others look like,

And no matter what others say,

They are still cute

And pretty in every way.

I have two feet.

Pigeon toed

Oddly shaped

The joint on my big toe sticks out more than normal

But I just wear wide shoes with padding so they don’t hurt.

They require more work,

But that’s okay

Because they are my own.

I have two ankles.

Weak and unstable

The soles of my shoes are angled

Because my ankles cave inward.

I trip and loose my balance everyday

But that’s okay.

Because no matter how many times I fall,

I always get up.

I have two dots on my forearm.

No, they’re not freckles

No, they’re not birthmarks

I was not born with them

But they are here to stay.

They came from pain

And an obsession with fire

Because knifes were too scary.

We can’t be strong every day

Sometimes we slip up

And that’s okay.

Because we’re still fighting.

I have two eyes.

Hazel and tired.

Still learning to love what they see in the mirror

And that’s okay.

Humans are imperfect

And that’s okay.

Our minds to tell our eyes that what they’re seeing is ugly

And that’s not okay.

I am pretty

Even if I’m so skinny I can see my spine and ribs

I have made progress.

Progress can be slow

And that’s okay.

Just never stop fighting

Just never stop trying

Just never stop learning

Just take one step at a time

Because it’s okay to be slow.

Loving yourself is hard

But I know you can do it.

I have one heart

You have one, too.

And together we can make it through this

Because I believe in you

Everything will be okay.

voidrat:

i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road

Sensory Hell:

cambrielskywalker:

flickering lights.

oxytocindolorosa:

thephotogfeminist:

burningbells:

If you need Plan B, here’s a printable $10 off coupon.

It doesn’t expire either! It’s a continual offer

Always reblog the plan-b coupon. If you don’t want a baby, stop it before it happens.

fearlessly-fiona:

“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.

Hey yo. On this note I understand medical insurance lingo and can help explain those forms to you if you need it.

The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself.

Maya Angelou (via onlinecounsellingcollege)