Hi, I'm Megan and you just found my blog where I post stuff. California, USA.
I blog to feel happy and I hope it makes you feel happy too.
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missjraffe:

chloehenderson:

noctstiel:

noctstiel:

If they show sports events at bars why don’t they show tv shows?

someone should get to making a fandom bar.

no but can you imagine? fandom themed drinks, tv show maraton nights, discount to cosplayers, and special season finale events.

WHY ISNT THIS A THING??!!

because none of you ever leave the house nor are you old enough to drink

nishlo:

but the real question is has nemo found himself

epic-humor:

emtothethird:

I ACCIDENTALLY MADE THE CUTEST COOKIE IN THE WHOLE WORLD YESTERDAY.

realjenniferlawrence:

stickyourfingerinmybutthole:

What a time to be alive

"made for sharing"

jenawithonen:

can u keep it down i am trying 2 reed

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty.’ (via michellekpoems) ←

swarnpert:

world war 1 was hella bad

p-imp:

yes

marinashutup:

my brother blocked me on twitter and i’m really upset because his tweets are pure gold

interlube:

the year is 2040 you are still not superior for not listening to pop music

guy:

wow i like u *double taps u like an instagram post*

  • kid: dad whats a 69
  • dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]
  • Mom: who ate all the chocolate hazelnut spread
  • Me: I'm nutelling you anything