"white people can’t danc-"

"white people can’t twer-"

the guy who played all of the oompa loompas in charlie and the chocolate factory is named deep roy

deep roy

Deep roy the chocolate boy

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so while walking around New York City and interviewing people for a friend’s anthropology project, I met Dylan and Cole Sprouse.

we went into a diner to stop for lunch and they were sitting a few tables away from us.  so i asked really awkwardly if i could ask them a few questions for our project while they waited for their food, and they invited me to sit down with them.

they immediately launched into a sarcastic, rapid-fire, back-and-forth banter that i could hardly keep up without laughing my ass off.  it was awesome.  they were awesome.  dear tumblr i just want to tell you that i sat down in a diner with the Sprouse twins and they were absolutely awesome.

I HGAVE TOE SAVE TEhe priNCESS

WHY IS OBAMA SUCH A CHILL PRESIDENT?

i just want to be friends with obama

best friends with obama. 

Brobamas

"white people can’t danc-"

"white people can’t twer-"

Classic Mary

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.’

God bless drag queens.

I will always reblog this

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

Oh fuck yes.

If this isn’t on your blog I’m judging you.

Every time a bell rings, a drag queen gets his wings.

God bless drag queen omg

oh my god i wished for the guy i like to like me AND HE FUCKING ASKED ME OUT A COUPLE DAYS AFTER THIS AND I DONT EVEN BELIEVE IN THIS SHIT BUT IDK TRY IT HOLY SHIT

I NEED GOOD FUCKING GRADES THIS QUARTER LORD JESUS