1. (via w-y-s-f)

  2. thefrogman:

    [video] [h/t: sizvideos]

  3. UPDATE: Nahalo na pala ng mga gago, eh.

    UPDATE: Nahalo na pala ng mga gago, eh.

  4. Makakatanggap ka ng batikos kapag hindi ka naghahalo ng spaghetti sa Jollibee.

    Makakatanggap ka ng batikos kapag hindi ka naghahalo ng spaghetti sa Jollibee.

  5. mistermurdocnipples:

    ask-putty-buddy:

    anthony-the-talking-clock:

    thelittlejewboy:

    staff:

    starting today all blogs without the following gifs will be deleted within 24 hours

    imageimage

    These are cute

    boop

    im very angry at the tumblr staff right now

    Better reblog.

    (Source: crybaybe, via xscizors)

  6. raideo:

    sexyandthethief:

    my friend told me to watch this cooking video while listening to sad music. so i mixed a little something for you all

    this actually fucking makes me cry and laugh at the same time holy shit

    (via spinach)

  7. Umii-style

    During sex…
    Girl: Hun, i-doggy style mo ako!

    Boy: Okay.

    SIT. STAY. ROLL OVER. PLAY DEAD. THAT’S A GOOD GIRL! OKAY NOW FETCH ME A SANDWICH

  8. y0ur4veragekid:

oszt:

       iraffiruse:

Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog.

damn this justthis fukn does it for methis is gorgeous

i like this a lot

    y0ur4veragekid:

    oszt:

           iraffiruse:

    Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog.

    damn this just
    this fukn does it for me
    this is gorgeous

    i like this a lot

    (via rydenarmani)

  9. infinityeverchanging:

    lazylunatic:

    novakian:

    questions of sex and gender explored on tumblr dot com

    This entire post is golden

    it has returned.

    (via xscizors)

  10. darkflame173:

cloacacarnage:

Drax the Destroyer and Rocket Raccoon

*extreme high pitched noise*

    darkflame173:

    cloacacarnage:

    Drax the Destroyer and Rocket Raccoon

    *extreme high pitched noise*

    (Source: twitter.com, via xscizors)

  11. Masaya pala kainin itong dragon fruit~

    Masaya pala kainin itong dragon fruit~

  12. eightails:

    petitestruensee:

    Robin Williams bonding with Koko, the gorilla, to quell your sads. 

    makes me so happy and sad

    (Source: BuzzFeed, via rydenarmani)

  13. Kung ang Adjective ay Pang-uri, ang condom naman ay Pang-ari.

  14. just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

    just-raowolf:

    edenwolfie:

    my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

    We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

    First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

    A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

    This was a good start.

    We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

    Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

    Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

    You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

    He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

    Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

    He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

    We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

    He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

    But I’m not.

    Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

    We’re married!?

    Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

    He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

    We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

    Vegetarian.

    Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

    We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

    You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

    They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

    He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

    Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

    I want a divorce!

    And he walked out of the classroom.

    The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

    I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

    (via niedrigerfett)

  15. milkandmorphine:

bruh.

    milkandmorphine:

    bruh.

    (Source: phattygirls, via punkgotfat)