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hueeeru:

漢検6級なんで難しい漢字は勘弁してください

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captainarlert:

kageyomama:

is this really the same person

Puberty does weird things to you

#OMFG
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flapppper:

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mitchdahbitch:

sometimes i forget how ugly i am so when i accidentally open the front camera on my phone i have an actual heart attack

#OMFG #yea
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Oikawa Tooru, episode 22.

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baka! baka!
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fawkwaard:

HE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THOSE PENGUINS FROM PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR

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Fandom Jean: Oh noes! Marco, I loved you so much! You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm gonna join the corps for you. You inspired me to fight titans with my life. I'd do anything for you. *sees Eren* FUCK YOU, JAEGER. *sees Mikasa* HOT DAMN, THAT HAIR THO. *trips over something random* Oh shit! *gets randomly tongue tied* Hon hon hon *neighing noises*
Canon Jean: I've accepted the death of my best friend, and the choice to utilize my full potential as a soldier in the survey corps was a choice I made myself, but Marco did remind me that I have skills as a leader that I shouldn't waste. I admit that I'm a different person ever since Trost. I respect Eren as a comrade now, we have our differences, though, that's for sure. My crush on Mikasa still exists, but romance in no way controls how I think and act. I don't think able to ever kill someone, but for the sake of the survey corps and humanity, I just might have to. And hey, I'm still as honest as I'll ever be.
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Shingeki no Kyojin edited scenery [2/?] 
- a color story - Humanity's Hope
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sdr2spoilers:

"It’s a promise!" - anime character thats about to fucking die

#omfg
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Well kids, 18 years of compulsory education are over.
18 years of being told to sit down and shut up.
18 years of being told to speak when you’re spoken to.

18 years of being intellectually measured and placing your value and self-worth on a series of arbitrary and meaningless tests.

18 years of government ideologies being implemented through textbooks and subliminal curriculum changes; I bet you can tell me how many apples Kumar Rajesh The Third bought, but I bet
you can’t tell me who Mary Seacole was. Without Googling her.

18 years of conformity, take off the suit or the shit school jumper
or the blouse or the knee-length skirt, ain’t no pervy teacher
gonna get all offended; even though it’s their lack of self-control
and inability to control their sexual desires and the bullshit belief
that the victims are the ones responsible for all sex crimes performed on them. (Here’s something they don’t teach you at school: there are no excuses for raping someone. None. Zero. Nada. Don’t fucking do it. No means no means no means no means no.)

18 years of useless bullshit, goodbye Golgi Apparatus, hello money!
Time for loans and jobs and bills and I bet they never taught you
about exchange rates and how to get the most out of changing
your money. At least you can work out a Triangle’s hypotenuse…

18 years, trying to get you to behave, get you in a nice little line
so you’ll be a dutiful employee, a simpleton, normal, the same,
a cardboard cut-out of everyone else, a follower of the status quo.

Well kids, after all of that, all 18 years, I hope you’re still you.
I hope you’ve found joy in your own company and the company of others. I hope you have a dream, a vision, a belief, something to stand for. I hope you’re happy; well, happy enough after being mentally tortured for 18 years by the most flawed institution ever created.

I also hope you know just how goddamn beautiful you are, and I fucking mean it. I hope you realize there’s more to life than fly-by-night popularity and that crushes are little more than dust in the wind and that you are not defined by any of the tests that you take.

18 years now, wipe the slate. Start over. This is not the end, failure is not fatal and success is not final. This is only the beginning. It’s a big beautiful world out there. Trust me, I didn’t believe in it either.

Well kids, that’s the bell; your 18 years of hell are now finally over. Breathe in. Relax. And remember; this is only Chapter 1…

You Are Not Defined By Exam Results (Spoken Word)

By Ryan Havers

(If you want to read this and record it and post it, do. And also please send it to me or direct me to it!)

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