bite me.


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I was bestowed with Miguel, but most of the time,
I prefer Mikey. (my-key);

20;

Los Angeles, California;

I don't like to label it, but I'd fuck anything that is bipedal and under the genus homo sapiens;

Can you tell that I am a biology major?

Plus a minor or double major in music.
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809:

why is this so hard for people to understand

(via camsfarts)

pussyriot:

GQ is like that one super attractive straight guy friend you have who lets you sit on his lap when you’re at happy hour.


This. This right here. ^

pussyriot:

GQ is like that one super attractive straight guy friend you have who lets you sit on his lap when you’re at happy hour.

This. This right here. ^

(via milesjai)

starsquadd:

It honestly breaks my heart to think that somewhere in the world right now, Jennifer Lawrence (in addition to multiple other women) may very well be crying her eyes out because her privacy has been greatly compromised in one of the most awful ways possible. This is so fucking disgusting and whoever did this is a fucking low-life pig.

(via swiftfull)

onoasa:

jeffersonstarshipshavethetardis:

okay so we know about jesus when he’s a baby, and jesus when he’s an adult, but does the bible ever mention his rebellious teenager years?

‘jesus, go feed the donkey.’
‘yOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER’ 

the ground shakes a little, and a voice comes down from the sky

‘do what your stepfather says you little shit’

(Source: redeyesandturntables, via succeeding)

sixpenceee:

A Nightmare on Elm Street Original (1984) vs. Remake (2010)

Anonymous asked: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.