universal-invariant:

j9tigger:

lolsofunny:

Let’s not beat around the bush here…
OR SHALL WE?!
Why the fuck is she cuddling with Tampax at what appears to be a pool that is also the ocean?
I want a tampon commercial where the women are fighting zombies or some shit.
And they’re all beat up and bloody and shoving tampons into bullet wounds to stop the bleeding.
And I want one of the ladies to full-on decapitate a zombie with a machete or maybe a scythe.
And then I want her to look directly into the camera with blood running from an open wound on her forehead and say,
“For the fighting spirit.”
^ That commercial would win all of the Oscars.
That commercial would make more sense that all this faffing about through the fields of daisies and cuddling your fucking tampons bullshit…
What are you talking about?
I sit by the pool/ocean cuddle my tampons all the fucking time.
Who wants to start a tampon company with me just so we can make that commercial?
What would it be called, Tampocalypse? I’d be game if it were called Tampocalypse.
reblogging for the priceless notes
The Tampocalypse
FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT.
Well periods aren’t all ‘Let me parade around in my motherfucking white bikini at the beach and shake my ass around in front of the hot boys while snuggling my tampon box”
IT’S LITERALLY A BLOOD BATH!!
IT’S A WAR!
IF YOU GET IN MY WAY, FUCKER I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!
Tampocalypse.
I love the internet. 
I would buy the shit outta that.


This made me laugh my ass off this morning - I love this! I would buy the shit outta this.

These comments.  Pure gold.


Hahaha.

universal-invariant:

j9tigger:

lolsofunny:

Let’s not beat around the bush here…

OR SHALL WE?!

Why the fuck is she cuddling with Tampax at what appears to be a pool that is also the ocean?

I want a tampon commercial where the women are fighting zombies or some shit.

And they’re all beat up and bloody and shoving tampons into bullet wounds to stop the bleeding.

And I want one of the ladies to full-on decapitate a zombie with a machete or maybe a scythe.

And then I want her to look directly into the camera with blood running from an open wound on her forehead and say,

“For the fighting spirit.”

^ That commercial would win all of the Oscars.

That commercial would make more sense that all this faffing about through the fields of daisies and cuddling your fucking tampons bullshit…

What are you talking about?

I sit by the pool/ocean cuddle my tampons all the fucking time.

Who wants to start a tampon company with me just so we can make that commercial?

What would it be called, Tampocalypse? I’d be game if it were called Tampocalypse.

reblogging for the priceless notes

The Tampocalypse

FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT.

Well periods aren’t all ‘Let me parade around in my motherfucking white bikini at the beach and shake my ass around in front of the hot boys while snuggling my tampon box”

IT’S LITERALLY A BLOOD BATH!!

IT’S A WAR!

IF YOU GET IN MY WAY, FUCKER I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!

Tampocalypse.

I love the internet. 

I would buy the shit outta that.


This made me laugh my ass off this morning - I love this! I would buy the shit outta this.

These comments.  Pure gold.

Hahaha.

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SAMI LOOK


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Your Secret

Have you ever been too scared to write something down because someone, somewhere, somehow will find it and read your deepest, darkest thought - your secret?

Even if you placed it over hot coals and burnt it into dust - into the sky. It becomes too terrifying to think even the stars could know.

-B.

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[And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything?] Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.
Adrienne Rich, from “What Kind of Times Are These” (via the-final-sentence) Friday Apr 13 12:23am

Black Book (2011)

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Favorite Outfits Of… Xavier Samuel

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There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed. Albert Camus, from Reflections on the Guillotine (thanks, mariecontinent) Tuesday Mar 13 02:44am
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