victoriousvocabulary:

CACHALOT

[noun]

a sperm whale.

[Rachael Shankman]

I hate them with a deep, furious, unrestrained rage.

i want them to die.

please die.

please.

(via gifmovie)

Art by Doc on DeviantArt

<3

(via wvolf)

i really shouldnt let that put me in a bad mood, but it happened.

it came from a friend that has a kid of his own.  thats what pisses me off the most.

UGH.  -_-

(via awkwardanderton, wanderingtangent)

aw, im reblogging my own post because somebody found this is the deepest darkest places of my archive and reblogged it.

this picture makes me smile.

seriously, most fun costume ever. nothing will ever compare.

…. that message really shouldn’t have bugged me but it did.  An old friend sent me a message on facebook earlier today and I didnt get the time to answer it in midst of cleaning, putting Devin down for a nap, going to the gym, going grocery shopping, taking Devin on a walk in the nice weather, giving him a bath… etc.  and I check to find another message saying

“has marriage created such a distance that you can’t say shit?  You are totally not the same person.”

really?

seriously?

because im married? thats why im a different person?

i shoved a living being out of my vagina and it takes up all of my free time now, so no… i cant answer your one stupid ass message.  Im probably cleaning up shit and trying to avoid hair being pulled out of my head in clumps the size of small asteroids.  Thank you for asking how I’ve been or how Im adjusting to taking care of a tiny little person who doesnt give a fuck about mommy’s love yet.  

people piss me the fuck off.

this is why I have a select few people I can seriously call “friend”

victusinveritas:

Times when a proper three point turn can come in handy.

(Source: cannabinomad)

lost-soul-in-a-fish-bowl:

bluesey:

Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.

ultimate irony.

(via c0gnitive-dissonance)

Margarita while I’m out. Mmm