indigostohelit:

so today i learned that in the late 1800s-early 1900s, the navy became concerned about possible homosexual activity among their sailors

so they sent in decoys, whose job was to pretend to want to engage in homosexual activity in order to find gay sailors

except then the job of the decoy got popular

like, really popular

like… worryingly popular?

reports said that the decoys were performing their jobs with “much enthusiasm and zeal”

eventually the navy decided. to. just stop.

(Source: swanjolras, via midnightrhose)

chrissykilljoybitchtits:

inc-omparable:

im-fandoomed:

hitlervevo:

why the fuck cant we text the police

lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you

Here in Canada you can

Here in England we just… scream and run

Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer

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commovente:

“not natashsa,” a photographic essay on eastern european sex trafficked slaves by dana popa 

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Now my face is covered in olive oil.

tadcarpenter:

2013 Zion snowboard by Tad Carpenter more pics and info here.

bitcorn:

just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism

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ankankimatank:

mytoecold:

A guy I don’t know very well handed me his yearbook and asked me if I wanted to sign it. 

I said yes, and shortly after he added, “Just don’t write anything gay.”

I wrote this:

Fuck my actual butthole. You are a boy and so am I. We are going to have sex that is gay. Pound my rock hard cock and bite me.

Love,

Drew 

did you write it in sharpie marker is the real question

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thebluthcompany:

How are you feeling today?

thebluthcompany:

How are you feeling today?