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School is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. But what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing, arithmetic…then teach you reading, writing, arithmetic again. Then again, then again, just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. And that’s where I think they messed up. There should be a class on drugs. There should be a class on sex education. No, REAL sex education class, not just pictures and illogical terms…There should be a class on scams, there should be a class on religious cults, there should be a class on police brutality, there should be a class on apartheid, there should be a class on racism in America, there should be a class on why people are hungry, but there’s not, their class is on…gym….Their class is like Algebra. we have yet to go a store and said, “Can I have X Y + 2 and give me my Y change back, thank you.” You know?…Like foreign languages. I think that they are important, but I don’t think it should be required. Actually, they should be teaching you English, and then teach you how to understand double talk, politician’s double talk. Not teaching you how to understand French and Spanish and GERMAN. When am I going to Germany? I can’t afford to pay my rent in America! How am I going to Germany?

—Tupac, Age 17 On the Topic of Education, 1988.

knock knock

who’s there?

well it’s not your fucking parents because they don’t knock




kobragirl:

Sometimes I feel like this show is documenting Steve’s slow decline into a mental break. 


el-leon:

GOD BLESS THIS PERSON’S SOUL.  IT’S TRANSPARENT.

IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S CLIMBING DOWN MY BLOG. CRYCRYCRY.

amyponder:

what i really love about tumblr is that i don’t really need to say anything for people to get a sense of my personality i just reblog everyone else’s text posts




amazinglornaisnotonfire:

wo-nderland:

fucking-wh4t:

r0y4nthony:

suits the blog.

if this isn’t on your blog you should be ashamed

this suits everyones blog ok 

omfg


weloveyoulike-fruit:

OMFG LOOK AT THAT GIRL IN THE BACKGROUND


wanderlusstt:

didyoujustmolotovmybrother:

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

ithillor:

milesjai:

videk:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

Whenever drag queens are present, you best believe they will save the fuckin day.

Drag queens are the best no doubt



soundlyawake:

methcastle:

jinglebuffalo:

zatanmalik:

jinglebuffalo:

avenue47:

sylvanburningcenter:

a recipe sharing website called yumblr

a porn site called cumblr

a mattress site called slumblr

a site for dummies called dumblr

a percussion site called drumblr

a site for quiet people called mumblr

a site where you watch your entire life disintegrate in front of your very eyes called crumblr

A site for clumsy people called bumblr. Or I guess it could be for hobos. 





jingling-louis-bells:

same

maybeidc:

Everyone who re-blogs this, I will send you an ask with a short poem about you, based on your tumblr. 

I WILL SEND EVERY SINGLE PERSON A POEM…

I doubt this will get many notes, so it should be easy.



himicaela:

who needs friends when you have followers that don’t talk to you



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