So, this half black/white kid got a tattoo of the Oreo barcode on his wrist
Why does it matter matter that this guy is mixed race!? You could of just written, “This kid”. Like his fucking skin colour matters! Cunt.
His bi-racial ethnicity is probably the point of the Oreo tattoo joke, cunt.
imagine this kid working as a cashier, and this one customer is pissing them off, so they just casually swipe their tattoo under the scanner, after every item, and later the customer is just like, I DONT REMEMBER BUYING FIFTY CASES OF OREOS. (via)
whenever someone asks me what tumblr is, i will show them this post
I would take all the anon hate in the world if that meant none of my followers ever got them again.
You’re like the tumblr Jesus
50 Shades of Grain
that was the biggest fucking overreaction im laughing so hard
The guy in the boots is the person this raccoon killed 10 years ago and now he pops up, totally alive and seeking revenge. Don’t judge a person to be overreacting until you know the whole story.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick and tired of trying to put my say in. No one gives a shit about what I have to say. No one! They all ignore me. Now it’s more than usual. And my anxiety attacks are getting worse and more often. Great fucking combination. Why do I even bother? I should just kill myself. My dreams are getting worse. I’m having less sleep. Binging and purging more. Longer periods with no food. Fucking back to cutting. I am so fucking stupid. I relapsed again! Tomorrow, at my therapist, I am going to have her write me a note so I can get a prescription for sleeping pills. Over dose. I just want to sleep forever and never wake up because as of now, sleeping is what I do best. No one really gives a fuck about me except for 2 people. And they sure as hell will end up not caring as well. I’m just so fucking tired of it all. I’m also back to my fucking lip biting problem. Fuck. You guys are all I have left. But even that’s not enough to hang on anymore. Maybe I won’t show up tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll have a heart attack in my sleep and peacefully die. No more pain. No more being ignored. Just endless black and a wonderful nothing. That sounds a lot better.
NO PETTING, ONLY MURDER
Clumsy, adorable murder
IT’S SO FLUFFY AND SWATTY AND ROLLY AND PERFECT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS OH GOODNESS HELP ME
I need 20