Wrapped in Piano Strings

Survives Easter lunch at mother-in-law’s house. 

Comes home and makes a plain roasted potato for dinner. 

Somehow gets glutened. 


I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call the Tea Party racist. They’re not all racist.’ And I was like, you know what, I don’t need the Tea Party to be 100% racist for me to feel perfectly fine calling them racist. I don’t need 100% racism in the group. It could be way less than 100%. 10% is plenty for me. If the Tea Party is 10% racist I feel comfortable labeling the whole group racist.

Let me explain how that works. If I offer you a shake, a milkshake. I say ‘would you like a milkshake?’ You go “yeah, sure I’d like a milkshake.” I go, ‘okay, here you go, but just so you know it’s 10% shit.’

Oh, now you suddenly you understand how it works. 10% is kinda a lot ain’t it. You go ‘uh oh, that’s too much shit in my shake.

— W. Kamau Bell on the Tea Party and Race
(via themushroomblues)


when ur teacher asks whos presenting next


not knowing how to spell a word but playing it off and mispelling it really bad so it looks intentional like “hey when are you meeting us at the restetrauretant”

damnyounemeton asked: Sheriff Stilinski or Melissa McCall



what if you could meet your celebrity crush but the cost was them knowing everything you’ve ever said about them in your tumblr tags