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Laura.
Gay.
Single.
Learning.

(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
(I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)
iamnatesavage:

angelic-petals:

rejective:

buttrelated-url:

extahse:

intothedarkstars:

sh00p:

sexlusion:

uncuntfortable:

this picture is giving me anxiety

this picture made my feet tingle

mine too

I want to do this.

want

 They must really trust each other, I mean, what if one just flipped over the edge holding onto the other and screamed, “I KNOW YOU CHEATED ON ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!” 

Omfg the girls leg im so done

Imagine being so done with you, your life, and everybody else and standing on the edge of that building ready to jump and end your life. You are about to let go when your lover comes through the window. He looks into your eyes and you melt. You sit down and completely vent everything to him. He holds you nods in understanding and kisses you passionately on the edge of this balcony.

Why can’t white people kiss on the ground like the rest of us?

That is the best comment ever. Reblogging for this comment ^^^^

iamnatesavage:

angelic-petals:

rejective:

buttrelated-url:

extahse:

intothedarkstars:

sh00p:

sexlusion:

uncuntfortable:

this picture is giving me anxiety

this picture made my feet tingle

mine too

I want to do this.

want

 They must really trust each other, I mean, what if one just flipped over the edge holding onto the other and screamed, “I KNOW YOU CHEATED ON ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!” 

Omfg the girls leg im so done

Imagine being so done with you, your life, and everybody else and standing on the edge of that building ready to jump and end your life. You are about to let go when your lover comes through the window. He looks into your eyes and you melt. You sit down and completely vent everything to him. He holds you nods in understanding and kisses you passionately on the edge of this balcony.

Why can’t white people kiss on the ground like the rest of us?

That is the best comment ever. Reblogging for this comment ^^^^

sirshon:

byrante:

t1r3dofyourbullsh1t:

there are reasons you don’t do the harlem shake

This is the only good harlem shake video on the internet

that was the most blood curdling scream

paintdoktahwho:

God knows how that looked.

by tisziny

paintdoktahwho:

God knows how that looked.

by tisziny

Nine: I think I was in love once.
Ten: Really? What was her name?
Nine: Her name was Rose.
Ten: Doctor, we all love Rose.
Nine: I love Rose because she's fantastic. She always knew just what to say and she made me better.
Ten: Oh, yes! Rose was brilliant. All soft and warm and clever and so very human.
Eleven: I love River!
Nine: ...
Ten: ...
Eleven: I love Clara!
Ten: Doctor, are you just looking at girls in the universe and saying that you love them?
Eleven: I love... fez.
Ten: Do you really love fez, or are you just saying that because you saw it?
Eleven: I - I love fez! I love fez.

yagazieemezi:

When boys of the Shan tribe undergo the ritual “Poi Sang Long”, the focal point lies in, what in the Western world would be described as, “feminine values”. They are dressed up in bright colours and adorned with make-up. The aim is to mimic the young Prince Siddhartha before he became Lord Buddha. Even though the purpose of the ritual is to show that the boys are on their way to become mature and responsible men, it is loaded with aesthetic values and free from any physical trials. This is what sets it apart from other typical male rituals. By Ken Bamberg

Me: Hello?
Telemarketer: Hello, is your mother home?
Me: I have no mother.
Her: Well can I speak to your father?
Me: Yeah, which one?
Her: Which one is home?
Me: Well they're both home..but I don't think you want to talk to Carlos. He just went through a breakup with his boyfriend, Antonio.
Her: Oh, so your fathers' names are Carlos and Antonio?
Me: No, no! My fathers' names are Carlos and Mark.
Her: So who's Antonio?
Me: I just told you, Carlos's ex.
Her: So Carlos was cheating?
Me: Yes, but that's only because Mark was cheating with Edith, our neighbor.
Her: So Carlos cheated only because Mark cheated?
Me: No, he THOUGHT Mark was cheating.
Her: So Mark wasn't cheating?
Me: I never said that.
Her: Yes, yes you did!
Me: No I didn't.
Her: Y-yes! You did!
Me: Did what?
Her: Y-you- Never mind have a nice day, goodbye.

“The Doctor has a secret he will take to the grave”

slytherin-starkid-of-tardis:

itsallinyourheadharry:

New Who : Companions that never were.

Jenny much?

Finale + Holding On And Letting Go, requested by anon

toxic-ponies:

i just fell in love with a paragraph?

toxic-ponies:

i just fell in love with a paragraph?

king-of-crows-and-dogs:

sonicscepter:

I HAVE FOUND EVERY COLOR CRAYOLA HAS MADE INTO CRAYONS AND RENAMED THEM BASED ON SOME POPULAR TUMBLR FANDOMS.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

Some of the shades in between got named weird because I ran out of ideas. I worked on this for a week, guys.

Based on this post.

Oh my god, this is legitimately one of the best things I’ve ever seen here on tumblr.

And the fact that I fucking got all of these references. 

Perfection.