Walls of Writing
A mysterious author somewhere in Chongqing, central China has written an entire story on the walls of this abandoned house. The story is about a Kung-Fu super-hero and his adventure. No one knows who or where the author of this story is.
He describes the super-hero in one line as: “I was 17… I have reactions like lightning, hearing like a bat, my vision is like a hawk, and I am as strong as a general.” -[X]
Women who died of accidental overdose has her head and neck eaten by her German Shepards’.
Why are all the big issues that tumblr feminists are obsessed with
only seem to be the kind of inane, first world problems that only particularly vapid suburban teenage girls care about?
"Ermagerd I’m not allowed to wear booty shorts and spaghetti straps to school now I know how women in the middle east feel uwu"
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
friend: “i can only bring one friend. wanna go?”