Hoodrat Rhetoric
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It’s a Jewish joke, right? That’s why they’re dressed as ketchup packets?
My boo
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reverseracism:

Do you remember those boys that go to the ‘hood’ and mess with people all for the sake of a “prank”? Well, they went to a radio station for an interview and the hosts there called them out on their racist shit and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Check this video out. 

So, so cringe worthy and good.

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Fourth of July ain’t no joke in Pilsen.

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benegesseritangel:

#independenceday #happy4th #americathebeautiful #americanhero

benegesseritangel:

#independenceday #happy4th #americathebeautiful #americanhero

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tsarcasm:

This could be us but thank god it’s not

tsarcasm:

This could be us but thank god it’s not

(Source: katara)

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Later on in the canon, they explain why Predator has a nuclear explosive.
Actual words I told my bae while she watched Predator for the first time.
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highbmiguyy:

fleetwoodmcdonalds:

highbmiguyy:

fleetwoodmcdonalds:

highbmiguyy:

Marilyn manson removed most of his rib bones so that he could suck snake poison out of his own legs.

Marilyn Manson has never removed a rib… Whether it be for sucking venom or his own…

(Source: ronpalsy2)

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Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

via skwyrtle from reddit. (via nikolaiolivier)
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(Source: katara)