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ghostsfacer:

blazikendall:

My brother and I begged my mom to buy us one when were little bc they were horribly overpriced of course and she finally gave in..he got jolteon and I got mew and we spent hours trying to chew the toy out of the ball and it turns out that the little fuckers are actually tiny and the ball just magnifies them to look big and my mom walked in and saw the chewed up mess and spanked us

I ALSO GOT JOLTEON AND I USED A PEN TO STAB THE BALL OPEN AND DIG THE TOY OUT AND I STILL HAVE THE TINY THING

(Source: annunnaki)

whitepeoplesaidwhat:

  • "Are both of your parents Egyptian/is one of your parents white? You’re too good looking to be full Egyptian."
  • "You’re Egyptian AND Christian? When did you convert to Christianity?"
  • "So… If I was your boyfriend would you bellydance for me?”
  • "You grew up here, so to me you’re more Western than Egyptian. Stop trying to complain about race issues; you’re making it sound worse than it is."
  • “It’s probably hard for you to date within your culture now, since you’ve lived in the West for so long and have seen how different men treat women here.”
  • “If you’re Egyptian, why aren’t you dark?”
  • "I love bellydancing and bellydance culture. I watch videos of bellydancing all the time!" *shows me terrible videos of white people bellydancing*

taranicoledessine:

themadcapmathematician:

Friendly reminder that Harley was originally conceived as a female henchman to jump out of a cake because the joker doing it “would look too weird.” They ended up developing her into an awesome character with fascinating backstory, motivation, and relationship to one of the most iconic villains ever created, and had the Joker jump out of the cake anyway. I mention this because Harley is now often thought of as merely eye candy, but anyone who’s seen her in her properly written form knows better.

She terrifies me more than the joker. I love her.

(Source: grahamology)

Violent Night

You’ve only been gone
For a couple of hours,
And you haven’t loved me back
For a number of months,
I’m choking on air
And breathing in dust,
As you close the latch
And lock the trunk.

The space is cramped
And the floor is hard,
I’m seeing cellphone cases
Offering me gift cards,
Is that a roach I see,
Or a millipede?
Can anyone outside
Hear my screams?

I haven’t eaten all day,
And I’d kill for a drink,
Everything’s going black
And I’m starting to sweat,
I bang against the walls,
Cracking through the side,
Dripping blood from my skull
And coughing up bile.

Bloodied and unwrapped
Underneath the tree,
I see your boot
As you lean over me,
Yelling at me
We’re not done with this game,
As I’m dragged by my hair
Back toward more of the same.

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