what the fuck did i just watch
I don’t know but it really speaks to me
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What a badass fish.
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i’m made of sarcasm and sexual frustration
30% Sarcasm
40% Sexual Frustration
10% Thoughts of Suicide.
10% Too lazy to commit suicide
10% inability to fucking add.
In January of 1994, a small leftist guerrilla band occupied and took over five towns in the State of Chiapas in Mexico. This revolutionary band, the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN) led by the anonymous ‘Subcomandante Marcos’, read their proclamation of revolt to the world and proceeded to lay siege to a local military base, capturing weapons and releasing prisoners from jails.
No, Alex is not a Bull Terrier; he is a Cane Corso.
He went missing from his home in Tomball, TX on March 2nd and after searching for him for 3 days, Alex’s Mom Mali Chi found out that someone had SHOT HIM because of how he looks. They are now refusing to give his body to her.
Please go show your support of Alex - a gentle giant - on his tribute page “I AM ALEX” - click the photo to be taken to the page.
(Photo Copyright of Robyn Arouty)
who the fuck are you to deem what animals are “cute” and what animals are “just food”
Cows and pigs are among the cutest motherfuckers on this god damn planet just like dogs just like cats just like horses and like any other god damn animal you ignorant fuckface.
Strange whistles, secret “Hello”s, whispering streets no one should know. Hollow pickups, lusty and lewd, devoid of all thought, just a random [Fuck] is all they want.
I remember when she was texting me. Her phone was dying and she walked the streets alone. I felt fear and panic and pain for a woman who had just left me. She left me, but I still loved her. The car slowed by her and out came comments and she told me and I was horrified. I’d never been so horrified in my life, not until the idea that she was in trouble ate at my soul.
i’m made of sarcasm and sexual frustration
30% Sarcasm
40% Sexual Frustration
10% Thoughts of Suicide.
10% Too lazy to commit suicide
gigs: where you’ll meet attractive people with good music taste while looking like you’ve just done a marathon and been attacked by a bear
And yelling at the top of your lungs to say “Hey I like your boots”
