coming out to your parents by saying swiggity swag guess whos a fag
i cant draw the thing
guys that caught me sneaking pictures of them
I’m not that typical baby
I’m a bad kid like my mom and dad made me
I’m not that cool and you hate me
I’m a bad kid, that’s the way that they made me
I’m a bad kid I’m disastrous
Give me your money or I’ll hold my breath
I’m a bad kid and I will survive
One of the bad kids, don’t know wrong from right
holy shit! these turned out great!
50 Shades of Grey (via kaley)
Japan > Everywhere else
This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
Reblogging again for THIS ↑↑↑↑
THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE POST I’VE SEEN ON TUMBLR
after all of my many visits to Japan, after reading this post I finally realize that kind of stuff. I mostly realize the hospitable customs japan is known for a lot at airports or train stations for example. even at a little hotel gift shop I went to when we had to divert because of the natural disasters in 2011. when my mom went to purchase the items, the woman at the cashier was openly trying to start a conversation with her and myself. unlike some situations here in North America where you go to the cashier, pay for your stuff, and leave. I can really see and tell a difference but to be honest, it can be hard to express in some ways.
tumblr famous fits the 6-6 format
you could have a fantroll named Tumblr Famous
his lusus is the fluffy chicken
WHEN THE HECKY DID YOU DO THIS I MISSED IT ENTIRELY
Ain’t got a care in world,
but got plenty of beer.
Ain’t got no money in my pocket,
Ｂ Ｕ Ｔ Ｉ ’ Ｍ Ａ Ｌ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ｙ Ｈ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ.