I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
You know what book series is not mentioned nearly enough and talks about a very important issue in a brilliantly and cleverly imagined science-fictionistic (is that a word?), futuristic world?
The next person who makes a joke about my pole dancing and calls me a stripper, I’m going to show them this photo and say, “You may or may not take me seriously, but just know that I can probably crush your tiny little skull with my thigh muscles.”
There’s nothing I don’t love about this.
Never forget; you may have been wrong about something in your lifetime, but you’ll never be as wrong as this guy.
what if u needed glasses but u had no ears
but she has ears
but she’s prepared in case she loses them
I’M FUCKING SCREAMING I HEARD THE SPARKLES AND TABBED IN AND TWITCH FOUND
AND JUST KILLEDTHEIRF IRST SHINY
UPDATE. YEAH THEY KILLED IT
men took my little pony away from us girls so us teen girls are takin pro wrestling fuck yall just try n stop us
have fun fetishizing the shit out of *real life* celebrities. it actually makes the…