


My dog looks like a fuzzy penis. That is all, bye.
i sat here laughing for like ten minutes
I almost had a heart attack last night while my husband and I were lying in bed reading and his entire body starts shaking. I’m all ARE YOU OK ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE ARE YOU CRYING WHATS HAPPENING
and then i realize he’s just laughing hysterically- so hard that he CANT MAKE NOISE
And I go: Are you thinking about that damn penis dog again?
him: *silent nodding while he claps like a retarded seal*
(Source: pessi-misticc, via markquestion)
My Bartkira pages toot toot. I was assigned the first several Vol 6 pages
A round of applause please to James for organizing this monster.
(via stellarcell)
Just so we’re all clear on what we just read. Black people make up 22% of the poor but only 14% of the government benefits. Meaning, 8% of poor Black people are not taking government benefits when they need them.
While, white people make up 42% of the poor but receive 69% of the government benefits. Meaning, there are white people who are classified as middle class who are receiving government benefits.
…but welfare queens and stuff.
LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT!
Black people make up 22% of the poor BUT only 14% of the government benefits.
White people make up 42% of the poor BUT receive 69% of the government benefits.
This needs to go viral.
This is essential piece of information revealing racial bias AGAINST Black people in receiving government benefits.
Never again do I want to hear about White people living in poverty.
Never again do I want to hear about Black people living on government benefits.
Reblog this. Over and over again. POST IT ON EVERY SOCIAL MEDIA SITE WHERE YOU HAVE AN ACCOUNT.
(via skysquids)
Nanoflowers Grow in Tiny Garden
Spring is a wonderful time to stop and smell the roses, but when those roses are smaller than a speck of dust, the best place to get a whiff is through a scanning electron microscope. See the whole gallery

The person who made this is older than 17. Meditate on that for a while.I remember when I was 14. I didn’t know who I was. Trying to figure out who I was, I put on an image that wasn’t me. Straying away from my walk with God, feeling He doesn’t have to be in my life. Then, age 17, I realized I need him more than I ever do! I was made anew, taking my old self away, discarding it like a robe and embracing the new self, along with the way God has made me.