NoHeavenForUsHereInHell

One day i'll slit your throat with the knife you left in my back.

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supermoclel:

fuckaclevername87:

supermoclel:

thatskrillmau5chick:

supermoclel:

a brony called me unattractive

that’s

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he

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ugly

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because i have hair on my legs

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Self absorbed Bitch.

i’m a bitch because i can recognize that i’m not ugly, that i can laugh at someone calling me unattractive for reasons as petty as hair on my legs which EVERYONE grows?

She is most definitely not a Bitch, but yes, self absorbed I’d say from the copious amounts of selfies she takes. 

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What does it matter if someone who likes a cartoon or someone who studies law or a single father of three calls you ugly? Be more offended that A PERSON called you ugly. And maybe he was commenting on what he sees on the inside, but of course you can’t see past a mirror.

(via theydodonediddlydidthefrickfrack)

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obveously:

pizzatomb:

imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw you’ and its like, what are we gonna do? spend a couple million just to fly some craft up to the moon and re-erect the flag? the whole scenario would be petty and that’s hilarious 

i have lived in america my entire life and i am 100% sure we would do exactly that

(Source: exeggcute, via andrysb24)

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shorbonaash:

trapg0ds:

joseguwop:

" i want a 6’3 boy "
bitch you need a job

have a seat 

men have preferences out the ass
"i want a girl with big boobs, thick thighs, a big ass, a tiny waist, long hair, no makeup, preferably a mix a mix between beyonce and a kardashian"

but if a girl has one preference, suddenly she’s an unemployed bitch

fuck outta here with this bullshit this post is trash 

preach girl

(via txlover)

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My BFF Coming out to her 89 Year old Grandmother

BFF:
Grandmother I need to talk to you
Grandma:
[concerned voice] What? What is it? Are you sick?
BFF:
No, no. Grandma. I'm gay.
Grandma:
What?
BFF:
I'm gay Grandma. I have a girlfriend now.
Grandma:
[relieved voice] Oh honey, is that all? I thought you had cancer. Anytime someone needs to tell me something they are sick. Who's your girlfriend, when is her birthday? I'll bake her a pie.