Tony Hawk lands a 900 at age 48!
🐐🐐🐐
G.O.A.T
I love how he showed how many times he failed though, that’s inspirational for people out here trying to learn
i love that he’s still doing this
i also love how he fuckin RIPS HIS HELMET OFF AND DESTROYS IT
i love that victory slide
Are we gonna pretend he didn’t just banish that helmet from this dimension on camera??
He sent it to the fucking shadow realm
girl in novel: hi my older brother who is 17 years old and popular, do you want breakfast ?
her brother: yes, remember when mom died when you were 4 and our dad is an alcoholic ?
The doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it!” My brother yells as my alcoholic father stumbles into the kitchen. He’s an alcoholic.
“Oh they must be here.” He grunts.
I freeze. “Who?”
“Your new owners. I sold you so I can pay for my alcohol addiction.” He slurs.
I start to sob.
“Hi.” Greets a booming voice, sending shivers down my spine. I turn around to come face to face with a tall figure. I gulp as Harry Styles cheekily grins back at me.
this post physically entered my DNA and rewired it via homologous recombination and now i have eczema
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
“Capitalism made your-”
No. LABOUR made it. LABOUR made my phone, my laptop, the internet, this website, my clothing, my house, all social media, and everything else. LABOUR makes things, Capitalism doesn’t because economic systems don’t ‘make’ anything, they just determine who gets paid for making things.
Heres what I need in terms of supplies:
Obviously not all of these are 100% necessary but it would all make our goals a lot easier
Heres what you can do if you cant provide resources:
Reblogging this to here because I have an OKAY amount of followers here. Please don’t scroll past and reblog to help if you aren’t able to do much /: I know it sucks feeling useless with this stuff, but spreading it so people show up is important
my daughter whomst i love very much.
RB IF YOU AGREE
15 year old Coco Gauff defeats Venus Williams to advance to the second round at Wimbledon
Gauff on the exchange at the net on BBC: “She said congratulations. I told her thank you for everything that you did. I wouldn’t be here without you. I always wanted to tell her that.“
no cops at pride just sam puckett and her butter sock
Pride month starts tomorrow and this is just a kind reminder that bisexuals who are in hetero passing relationships belong at Pride still and you better make them feel welcome or you’ll catch these hands
the first five emotes on your recently used emojis describe you as a person ready set go
When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told “Kay, you can’t go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.” And I sputter and object but they don’t hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.
I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.
And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.
And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.
That is, if she doesn’t kill herself first.
I know this is a really heavy post but if you read it and you appreciated it, I’d appreciate it in return if you reblogged it. This is really important to me and I want people to read it and understand it. Thank you.
please have this good garlic boy
You think if I take a bath in the dark while listening to Hozier I’ll meet god?
Review: Would absolutely recommend. I didn’t meet any specific gods however I was suddenly overcome with the feeling that my body was a temple at which I was supposed to leave offerings.
YOU are bi!
