The waterproof planetarium floats in water and contains a bright light that projects out into the room, or even into the tub itself when flipped over. It also includes Rose Bath and Deep Ocean graphic domes for changing to a different mood.
WANT WANT WANT!
Oh my gods, I could bathe among the stars..
clicking your pen until you irritate someone to the brink of insanity but having to click it one more time so the nib isn’t out
OH WELL IMAGINE AS IM PACING THE PEWS IN A CHURCH CORRIDOR
AND I CAN’T HELP BUT TO HEAR NO I CAN’T HELP BUT TO HEAR AN EXCHANGING OF WORDS
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING SAYS A BRIDESMAID TO A WAITER
YES BUT WHAT A SHAME WHAT A SHAME THE POOR GROOMS BRIDE IS A
So how come people can have tough days and be like
"Man, I hate people…”
and no one up and crawls up their ass to tell them
"~dont u mean u h8 assholes?????////~”
But the second a queer/nb/trans person is tired of being oppressed and invisible, or the second they’ve heard/seen that slur used too damn many times, or they’re sick of being closeted.
They can’t say
"Man I hate cishets…"
Without everyone tone policing the ever loving shitout of them?
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
caught my cats having sex like human..
i took you for granted, VHS. i took you for granted..
i think we have a youngster over here…
who made the top right one granted you weren’t woken up with the repetitive menus but you were woken up with the screaming of 100000 souls
Well I know where I’m going motor boating this weekend.
I’m laughing so fucking hard