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revengeance:

OLÉ IS A SPANISH THING, NOT MEXICAN, YOU SACK OF SHIT.

revengeance:

I’m sorry but it gets me so heated that people put every single spanish-speaking culture under the same category, not only that but they assume fucking everything related to spanish is mexican and it’s so insulting. Do you really not know anything beyond your dumbass “taco salsa samba nachos sombrero olé” stereotypical crap, holy shit

luckydreaming:

my anaconda don’t…

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my anaconda don’t…

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My anaconda dont’ want none unless you got buns hun

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glowcloud:

free him

glowcloud:

free him

sneakyfeets:

chapmen:

literally wtf the fuck

I DON’T USE THE WORD WIZARD LIGHTLY BUT

whenwilligetmyrights:

"A statue of a woman scrubbing the floor, with a plaque in Spanish that in English translates to: “To all the women who quietly made history.”"

whenwilligetmyrights:

"A statue of a woman scrubbing the floor, with a plaque in Spanish that in English translates to: “To all the women who quietly made history.”"

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sephyerite:

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.

No mercy.

iwriteaboutfeminism:

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