pink neighborhoods
Jackpot
This is getting kind of ridiculous.
There are two five leaves in there somewhere
I lost count
This is the lucky clover bouquet. Reblog for seven days of good luck!
Y’all laugh but I actually end up doing pretty well once I go to work
fuck it, lets luck this shit up.
if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher
all of the above
Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.
Reblog to save a life?
Reblog to save a life.
Sharing because it’s actually a verified and sourced thing and not one of those dumbass fake tip posts.
all of science fiction: human beings will resent A.I and robots and will never trust them
real human beings: I had to apologize to my roomba for stepping on him today I felt so bad he cleaned my whole house and I just stomped on him
Scifi 2019: Elite police officers are trained to hunt down robots that are forbidden from returning to Earth. They call it “retirement” as a euphemism.
Real 2019: The entire internet mourns a beloved Mars rover that gave a haunting final message as its 15 year life came to an end.
So I’m trying to prove a point to my cousin, who thinks that it’s weird for boys to be in a ballet class.
Reblog if you think boys can be in ballet, like if you think they can’t.
Don’t bother following me if you think they can’t.
Lots of guys do ballet tbh
rugby players and footballers both do ballet out of season to stay fit if rugby players arent manly then who are
The economic realities of Baby boomers versus Millennials
that comment has had me thinking for days… like im reblogging this shit a week later from my likes cus its the PERFECT analogy
there’s just something better about sitting on the kitchen counter I can’t explain it
it’s where snacks belong
admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio





