Sutranific

reblog with your life story in six words

beefranck:

shaebay:

redmenice:

thejohnblog:

edgellace:

girlvanized:

sarkastickunt:

strangeninja:

ryanjjohn:

invalidkarma:

rideronthestorm:

penguinprostitution:

newrider:borednschooled:misterfelder:

wolfintestines:radioqueen:meysell:

capnmarisa:ottery:roflcoptermason:saix 

where the fuck is my coffee

 I hope that’s just a rash.

Two steps forward, one step back.

 Fall Seven times, Get up Eight

Fight to the death. Then hug.

Take Your Mother Fucking Pants Off.

Dude, seriously? What the fuck, man.

Nothing’s easy, I work for it all.

It’s the story of my life.

I’ll deal with it later, okay.

Fine. Whatever you want is fine.

Like I was saying, never mind.

Christina Hendricks: A Letter to Men

beefranck:

sblaufuss:

snafubar:

fuckyeahchristinahendricks:

The sexy star of Mad Men — and Esquire’s all-new issue devoted to women — has a few things she’d like to get off her chest. Also, watermelon.

(source: esquire.com)

We love your body. If we’re in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you’re insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you’re not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it’s you.

Speaking of your body, you don’t understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is

—-SNIP!—-

Based on information that has recently come to light, I have a good chance of banging Christina Hendricks.

This kind of thing just makes me sad. 

Fuck no!

Surely there is no comparison between the sexism pointed in the other direction, but this is ridiculous. Order your own goddamn scotch. Know what. I can make fucking napalm. I could burn a village full of women and children with it. What a classically masculine thing to do. No thanks. I’ll have a pink lemonade. Refreshing.

If you love someone, please refrain for nailing them into the stereotype that has been forced upon them since the no-doubt-male doctor declared the nature of their crotch. Make them happy, not their stereotype. I’m afraid that means you’re going to have to get to know them instead of letting your fucking TV tell you who they are.