dorkyhanji:

dorkyhanji:

if someone tells you your clothing style is gay, respond with:

"yeah, it came out of the closet this morning."

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stclairjill1985:

huffingtonpost:

DEBI JACKSON, MOTHER OF TRANSGENDER CHILD, GIVES MOVING SPEECH

The best part of the video may be when Jackson addresses the comments she’s heard about her daughter and sets the record straight about statements like you “wanted a girl so you turned your child into one” and “kids have no idea what they want or who they are — my kids wants to be a dog, should I let him?”

So watch the full video to see her answers to those difficult questions here.

I already posted the video, but here it is again if you missed it.   What an amazing mother.

caseyanthonyofficial:

s-kulls:

THIS IS THE FUNINEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

I gotta be honest hes saying every single thing I was thinking the entire time

bevgodsgirls:

This is real.

bevgodsgirls:

This is real.

humansofnewyork:

Double Team

humansofnewyork:

Double Team

meatbicyclevevo:

dennys:

This bike may not have been the fastest, but it was the most delicious. A real Tour de French Toast situation here.


Denny’s what the fuck

meatbicyclevevo:

dennys:

This bike may not have been the fastest, but it was the most delicious. A real Tour de French Toast situation here.

Denny’s what the fuck

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school
“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school

“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.

“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”