tropical depression

reblog this and tag with your zodiac sign and your favorite alcoholic drink

Rihanna for Dior’s Secret Garden Campain

I do feel closer to Hannibal here. God only knows where I’d be without him.

show me the forbidden coping mechanisms

80s music brings me back to good times like when i wasnt alive

by  earlymorningheart

becoming the type of radical who brushes off all small steps toward a better world as liberal nonsense is a really efficient and fun way to never have to actually do anything

a man and a woman: we would like a wedding cake please

homophobic baker: ok! congratulations on getting married

a man and a woman: ok but will u still want to make our cake when we tell u that we didnt feel any urge to have sex with each other until we knew each other extremely well? pretty queer right

homophobic baker: why are you telling me this

Capes at Tadashi Shoji Fall 2014

The most dramatic moment during my Camp Counseling career at an all girls camp was when a girl got a letter from a friend saying that Zac Efron had died and one of her bunkmates ran out of the cabin and shouted “ZAC EFRON IS DEAD!!!!!” and the camp immediately fell into chaos girls were crying in the middle of camp and running around spreading the news everyone was yelling and the counselors had to look up wether or not Zac Efron was dead (this is a wireless camp so the girls couldn’t access the internet and check for themselves) and then get out a megaphone and be like “ZAC EFRON IS NOT DEAD PLEASE REMAIN CALM” outside of all the cabins it was insanity. 

‘why do u like cats over dogs’ um, ive never seen no capitalist ass cat working for the police