The Twitter Mandela Hall Of Shame
"WHAT TEAM?!” I shout out the window into the night.
Somewhere, hundreds of miles away, Zac Efron wakes from a restless sleep, sitting bolt upright “WILDCATS”
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
Presidents With Boob Faces, the titillating work of Emily Deutchman.
On the left we have the lyrics from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. On the right we rape survivors participating in Project Unbreakable, showing the various things that were said to them by their rapist.
i think this is the most powerful photoset i’ve ever seen on tumblr.
Reblogging until you understand why this song is so vile
Oh wow that is terrible
"ARE WE REALLY HITTING ON EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW OR ARE WE KIDDING?!!" The Musical.
"WOW OKAY IT WAS JUST ME FEELING IT SORRY!" The Soundtrack
me when relatives hug me for too long