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iamthebethsexxx9000

I will not be posting here anymore.


johnvris:

when you’re on people’s tumblr crushes

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when people respond to you r po sts

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when people call you their friend

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christtmaslove:

Please contact her if you see 5 people of those descritions! @TheBiebahWifey on Twitter!

christtmaslove:

Please contact her if you see 5 people of those descritions! @TheBiebahWifey on Twitter!



mikisayaka:

hey guys

it is okay to blacklist the boston marathon explosions.

and it perfectly okay to continue blogging regularly 

do not let people make you feel like there’s something wrong with you or you’re insensitive. they’re totally ignoring the fact that some people are easily panicked and may want to avoid this as much as they can. also watching a show or blogging helps relieve stress for some people.


SIGNAL BOOST THIS!

tomithejellyfish:

mcgonnevilles:

Boston is shutting down cell service in the city to prevent remote detonations of any other possible bombs. Please call 617 635 4500 if you are looking for someone who has not contacted you and was at the race. Please share/retweet.

Oop, reblog this instead


dailyotter:

Otter Relaxes on the Pool’s Edge

dailyotter:

Otter Relaxes on the Pool’s Edge



songless:

If you respect a woman less because you’ve seen her naked or were lucky enough to have sex with her, you deseve to tread on only lego for the rest of your stupid life.



Reblog / posted 1 year ago with 2 notes
I suck at sleeping.

dreamingblanks:

midnightcollector:

cosmicremix:

the-milk-eyed-mender:

secretcheri:

psiidmon:

canisfamiliaris:

Bras Do Not Work and Cause More Problems
The findings from a 15-year, longitudinal study of more than 300 women in France, suggest that breasts would gain more tone, and would support themselves, if no bra was used. Why? Bras appear to limit the growth of supporting breast tissues, leaving the breast to wither and degrade more quickly. In fact, women who stopped wearing bras experienced a 7mm lift in their nipples each year that they did not wear a bra, and bra-less women developed firmer breasts, and stretch marks faded. And, in direct opposition to the myth that the bra eases back pain for women with larger breasts, not wearing a bra actually eased the pain, while wearing a bra did not.

holy shit what have we done to ourselves

 This is a huge deal folks. We have literally been told that not wearing a bra is the worst thing a woman can do to herself. And I’ve always embraced that since I am a pretty big girl and I enjoy not having my knockers knocking around. But this….Well I don’t feel like I can go around outside without a bra, but I will from now on take it off at home (which i usually keep it on until bedtime) and where i’m comfortable…This really…is one of those things that changes everything.

as i read this aloud me and emma took off our bras

I almost never wear my bra at home. It’s uncomfortable and gives me shoulder/neck pains. I gotta wear it outside though because OH HEY NIPPLES. The damn thing also gave me an awful rash on my left side that lasted for over two weeks. This is apparently rather common, just never had it happen to me until now.
THE MORE YOU KNOW.

Reblogging for my galsEverything I thought I knew about bras is a lie :U

Welp there goes all the bras I own now.

dreamingblanks:

midnightcollector:

cosmicremix:

the-milk-eyed-mender:

secretcheri:

psiidmon:

canisfamiliaris:

Bras Do Not Work and Cause More Problems

The findings from a 15-year, longitudinal study of more than 300 women in France, suggest that breasts would gain more tone, and would support themselves, if no bra was used. Why? Bras appear to limit the growth of supporting breast tissues, leaving the breast to wither and degrade more quickly. In fact, women who stopped wearing bras experienced a 7mm lift in their nipples each year that they did not wear a bra, and bra-less women developed firmer breasts, and stretch marks faded. And, in direct opposition to the myth that the bra eases back pain for women with larger breasts, not wearing a bra actually eased the pain, while wearing a bra did not.

holy shit what have we done to ourselves

 This is a huge deal folks. We have literally been told that not wearing a bra is the worst thing a woman can do to herself. And I’ve always embraced that since I am a pretty big girl and I enjoy not having my knockers knocking around. But this….Well I don’t feel like I can go around outside without a bra, but I will from now on take it off at home (which i usually keep it on until bedtime) and where i’m comfortable…This really…is one of those things that changes everything.

as i read this aloud me and emma took off our bras

I almost never wear my bra at home. It’s uncomfortable and gives me shoulder/neck pains. I gotta wear it outside though because OH HEY NIPPLES. The damn thing also gave me an awful rash on my left side that lasted for over two weeks. This is apparently rather common, just never had it happen to me until now.

THE MORE YOU KNOW.

Reblogging for my gals
Everything I thought I knew about bras is a lie :U

Welp there goes all the bras I own now.


Reblog / posted 1 year ago with 1 note
I am going to sleep, loves.

Good night. I have a long day tomorrow. :/


Rappers who publicly support gay marriage

anotsosadsong:

notesonascandal:

notime4yourshit:

hollaatkylee:

ibetmittromney:

  • Kanye West
  • Jay-Z
  • Nicki Minaj
  • 50 Cent
  • Lil B
  • A$AP Rocky
  • Fat Joe
  • Queen Latifah

Please stop fucking acting like Macklemore is this special snowflake for being a rapper who supports gay marriage. I know yall love to pretend that black people are homophobes, so obviously the music we make must be homophobic, but that is bullshit and Wacklemore is not the first rapper to publicly support gay marriage.

that’s lovely but are we going to discuss queen latifah

when the fuck was she a rapper

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when was Queen Latifah a rapper!?

what are you fourteen?!


amethystandsapphire:

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

I always laughed when I read this story but
I had a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit for the first time about two weeks ago and I ate 6 of them in a day and
no, I totally understand this person and how they responded

amethystandsapphire:

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

I always laughed when I read this story but

I had a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit for the first time about two weeks ago and I ate 6 of them in a day and

no, I totally understand this person and how they responded