thatsnotwatyourmomsaid:

yeah bitch fucking try to cut me off again fucking try it i dare you


Aw hell yes

thatsnotwatyourmomsaid:

yeah bitch fucking try to cut me off again fucking try it i dare you

Aw hell yes

(Source: daytonastatecollege)

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dreamyblu:

after u watch the anaconda video

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cumfort:

hotboyproblems:

asian:

madonalds:

supniccuh:

embarrassment:

angel:

omgwang:

DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID FOR PLAYING APPS
There’s this thing called feature points and basically what you do is you play apps and for each app, feature points gives you points and you can redeem the points into Amazon, iTunes gift cards or Paypal. 
And every app that you download, you get 1 extra chance to win a xBox one
I don’t use amazon or iTunes so I got paypal instead, see!
HOW TO SIGN UP
To sign up go to featurepoints.com on your iphone/andriod phone to start with 0 points, or use this link http://featu.re/ZDAA07
to get 50 bonus points when you sign up
OR use the referral code ZDAA07 to get 50 bonus points if you dont use the link above
++ If you did this, please like this post so I can check out your blog! 
and if you have any questions, feel free to check the faq or inbox me!

omg I just made $5 at lunch from downloading apps wtf

Just bought Beyonce’s new album with the iTunes card I got from this. Fucking love you Jason :D

this is probably the best thing i joined since tumblr. Thank you so much. 

I never knew I could make money for doing what I regularly do, this is genius!


this is actually so good i’ve made over $50 from this!

I’ve made so much money from this, it’s really handy when you need money short notice for concerts and stuff! :)

cumfort:

hotboyproblems:

asian:

madonalds:

supniccuh:

embarrassment:

angel:

omgwang:

DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID FOR PLAYING APPS

There’s this thing called feature points and basically what you do is you play apps and for each app, feature points gives you points and you can redeem the points into Amazon, iTunes gift cards or Paypal. 

And every app that you download, you get 1 extra chance to win a xBox one

I don’t use amazon or iTunes so I got paypal instead, see!

HOW TO SIGN UP

To sign up go to featurepoints.com on your iphone/andriod phone to start with 0 points, or use this link http://featu.re/ZDAA07

to get 50 bonus points when you sign up

OR use the referral code ZDAA07 to get 50 bonus points if you dont use the link above

++ If you did this, please like this post so I can check out your blog! 

and if you have any questions, feel free to check the faq or inbox me!

omg I just made $5 at lunch from downloading apps wtf

Just bought Beyonce’s new album with the iTunes card I got from this. Fucking love you Jason :D

this is probably the best thing i joined since tumblr. Thank you so much. 

I never knew I could make money for doing what I regularly do, this is genius!

this is actually so good i’ve made over $50 from this!

I’ve made so much money from this, it’s really handy when you need money short notice for concerts and stuff! :)

(Source: asian)

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This Is Why Sometimes I Can’t Masturbate To Porn

suddenly
the despair of pornstars
is deeply ingrained upon me
imagine you wanted to be a global-level famous actress, who millions of men masturbate to the idea of fucking, but none of them entertaining even a hope that it’ll happen because they know she’s above this mortal coil
you went to the city to try to make it big
and after a gallery of audition rejection and failure
desperation creeps up behind you
the anxiousness from not having any money seeps into every pore and never goes away
then maybe a friend suggests something
maybe a random sleazy guy at one of the auditions
flash forward it’s three years later and you’re letting strange men stick their medically improbable fleshspears deep inside your ass
and oh god it hurts
it hurts so much and it bleeds and it leaves behind scarring and your body is never the same
and this is what you do to survive
get assraped on camera while you pretend to enjoy it
while your shouts try to sound like you want it
and you degrade yourself and you degrade yourself becuase you’re not new anymore, you’re not fresh, nobodies taking your calls anymore, you have to do weirder shit and some would-be actress is starring in her next film, alongside a dog

and then no one calls you back anymore, and you leave the profession, traumatized, a deep scar in your personal history that you can never walk away from
scars you can’t run away from, because sometimes some asshole in the street recognizes you and calls the entire weight of society’s burning raging impulse to stone women who fuck a lot down on your blasted head
i saw this video on the internet of a former female pornstar talking about how she thinks her entire career in porn was a mistake, that it was wrong, that it was a sin against god and it ruined her relationship with her family and she’s crying
and i hate it, i can SEE in her eyes the bullshit ideology at work, the stupid stupid equation that says having a lot of sex=bad or having sex on camera=bad, or worse, having sex on camera=going to hell
and of course i disagree with the illogic, but i can also clearly see this is not a woman who should’ve ever gone into porn, that her brainwashed priorities to her family and to god meant that the damage inflicted by the industry was increased tenfold
…and that’s why sometimes i have difficulty masturbating to porn.

 

Depression or Drugs

I’m falling into lethargy, depression, waking up while repeating in my head “I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate everything” over and over. Even out loud, sometimes. The shattered state of my room doesn’t elicit a sliver of guilt or unease at the discordian mess anymore—just a feeling of my dark mood deepening, and comfort that my surroundings match the inside of my head.

I come home from school, fall onto the couch, whisper to myself and the Universe, “I want to die.” 

The worst part is that I don’t have a valid reason to be depressed. This is just another First World kid crying on tumblr about a mood swing that anyone anywhere else would call mild, but ooh, my sensitive, unblemished, untested unstretched untried soft psyche’s skin. 

I could blame the drugs. Weed, lsd, shrooms. But that’s bullshit. Or is it? Weed bores me, lsd leaves me stupid and terrified and unable to comprehend anything, waiting for the trip to end, deep down inside my conviction telling me, “No. This will never end, you stupid fuck, you took this thing you already know you hate you already had one bad trip and you’re doing it again you stupid stupid”…but of course it ends.

Shrooms does similar, though the presence of funny people or the right setting can change that, it seems. Shrooms and LSD seem to peel back at my conscious, self-reflexive emotional barriers I built into myself. Barriers I flex a lot, recently. Walls protecting my conscious mind from the rot of a very simple idea: I’m worthless. Sure, within my tiny circle people perhaps recognize me, my potential, my glowing sparks indicating possible greatness. But it’s only that, potential, unrealised, and I’m 18 years old now. Unrealised potential starts to expire and stink up the place around this time. I’m so close to sliding into becoming a nothing, and that truth crashes in one me when I’m alone in my room with the lights off, tripping balls, crying out, whispering “Why does everyone hate me? Why does everyone love me? I’M DANIEL FUCKING ROSS. Fuck, fuckm, fuck..” My mind can’t hide myself from the fact I’m the most potential-ridden lazy mediocre fuck that exists.

So is it really depression or drugs I’m warding off? Or hell, take a third option: both. Perhaps the drugs are simply allowing what I repress to come out, accelerating an inevitable process of psychic leakage, or imbalancing my brain chemicals for emotions. Or hell, a fourth option: the end of high school approaching scares the fuck out of me and makes me realize I wasted an entire damn year, again. Or all four. Or none of it. Realistically, it’s all four, but it’s really the answer that it’s none of them, that maybe I’m just contracting the depressive tendencies of my father, THAT scares me.

I hate you all. I hate the world. And saying those things really just means I hate myself so much right now, it can’t be contained within me…and has to encompass everything.

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Drug-Fuelled Obvious Answers To Life’s Questions

me:

well, my post-stoner thoughts on life aren’t so profound

one big effect of a lot of drugs is time dilation
time seems way longer than it actually is
six hours feels like a few days
i’ve looked out the window and gone, oh my god, it’s still daytime? what? it’s only been two hours? WHEN DOES THIS END
and that made me realize that life’s purpose is so goddamn mundane
it’s just filling in the hours between sleeping and death in as interesting a way as possible
life is about fighting boredom every second
my thoughts on death were a little more meaty
because in the midst of an unpleasant drug trip, thoughts about the possibility of suicide emerge
as a way of ending not just the bad trip, but also life’s struggle and suffering in general
but i realized
and i told my friends this
"Death is the end of possibility, of all chances of enjoyment. But it’s also the end of struggle, of suffering. Which means that Death is not negative or positive."
"Barring the unlikely presence of an afterlife, death is neutral."
none of this sounds particularly profound
but it’s the final answer to a lot of philosophical questions people think are “unanswerable”
which is bs
female friend: 
hat gets pretty deep though, those kinds of answers.
it isn’t anything too profound nor prolific, but if the surface of the water were to have been rippled, it could be by realizations such as these
me:
hopefully
i throw a lot of “un-answerable” philosophical questions out of the way and just say
"we kinda can’t do anything about a lot of these questions until scientists find something out, a long time from now"
like, it occurred to me that one of my theories/story ideas
that maybe we’re just some sort of petri dish laboratory experiment of god’s
and we’re not more important to our creator than our microbes in petri dishes are to us
that our assumption we have an important purpose to our creation is arrogant and laughable
 
like fuck looking for some grand purpose from our creator
look for your own