thejoyfool:

mewiet:

retrogradeworks:

I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals.  It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.

Also JESUS THAT’S A SNUGGLY CHICKEN.

I love how she reaches up on her tippy toes to snuggle into his shoulder.

I have about 20 chickens, roosters and little chicks all over the yard AND NONE OF THEM WANTS A HUG FROM ME. NOT ONE. NOT ONCE.

Do you feel like you’ve been exiled?

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thejoyfool:

mewiet:

retrogradeworks:

I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals.  It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.

Also JESUS THAT’S A SNUGGLY CHICKEN.

I love how she reaches up on her tippy toes to snuggle into his shoulder.

I have about 20 chickens, roosters and little chicks all over the yard AND NONE OF THEM WANTS A HUG FROM ME. NOT ONE. NOT ONCE.

Do you feel like you’ve been exiled?

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theghostofyourliess:

Men’s Rights Activists

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Despicable Me 2

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I wanna be that one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me

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Anonymous:
Whats Army ROTC like?

Army ROTC is a bunch of sleep deprived people who get together at insanely early hours of every morning to prove that their dick is bigger than anyone else’s. No really though, It is work, and I love every second of it. It is getting up at 4 in the morning to crawl through the desert or run more miles than you thought possible for you to. It pushes you in ways you never thought you could be pushed. It is part classroom work, part leadership training, part physical training, and a lot of personal determination. 

You asked a very broad question my friend, feel free to ask more, there is so much about it, don’t be shy to ask more specific questions. Also check out my rotc tag here for more details http://sunfishy714.tumblr.com/tagged/ROTC

cheers! :D

story-of-a-lifetime:

Step 1:Remove warm clothes from dryer

Step 2: Lay in warm clothes

Step 3: Bliss

capslockapocalypse:

littlemisslissa:

I got this guys.

*RENT plays in background*

(via scinematic)

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capslockapocalypse:

littlemisslissa:

I got this guys.

*RENT plays in background*

(via scinematic)

clothobuerocracy:

sunshineface0014:

ridge:

it’s weird how people talk bad about strippers but no one says anything about the people who go to see them

!!!!!!!!!

Who’s worse? The woman who dances on a pole making $600 a day or the man stepping out on his wife and family to throw singles at a complete stranger?

(via story-of-a-lifetime)

Penny Date:

Rules:
1. Get dressed to go out and grab a penny. 
2. Let your husband choose a number between 10-20. This will be the number of times you flip the penny.
3. Pull out of the driveway and begin. Heads is right. Tails is left.
4. Every time you come to an intersection, flip the penny and turn the corresponding direction.
5. Once you get to the number stop. Look around. Make a date where you are. Grocery store? Stop in and grab supplies for cookies. A house in your neighborhood? Do a random act of kindness. A restaurant? Well, that’s pretty self-explanatory…

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Timestamp: 1398040409

Penny Date:

Rules:
1. Get dressed to go out and grab a penny. 
2. Let your husband choose a number between 10-20. This will be the number of times you flip the penny.
3. Pull out of the driveway and begin. Heads is right. Tails is left.
4. Every time you come to an intersection, flip the penny and turn the corresponding direction.
5. Once you get to the number stop. Look around. Make a date where you are. Grocery store? Stop in and grab supplies for cookies. A house in your neighborhood? Do a random act of kindness. A restaurant? Well, that’s pretty self-explanatory…

(Source: ephesianswife.blogspot.com, via milsosunited)

My Easter > yours

I love Arizona

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My Easter > yours

I love Arizona

"

Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

(via no-underwear-no-problem)

lipgloss-in-my-veins:

“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes

i always wondered what the fuck this scene was about

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lipgloss-in-my-veins:

“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes

i always wondered what the fuck this scene was about

(Source: davidfincherings, via leahdoreroosevelt)