it's always hockey night on tumblr.

MY STOMACH LIGHT NEEDS YOUR STOMACH LIGHT. LETS PHONE HOME TOGETHER.

100,406 notes

dylanohcryin:

nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..

(via flightless-fuckersandangels)

1 note

Instead of offering women a rape prevention self defense class, universities should just offer men a rape prevention class that teaches them that maybe she just isn’t that into you and that your male privilege is not a real thing.