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rodneykong:

if she’s even able to walk after sex you didnt do it right

yeah you’re supposed to cut her legs off 


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johnflansburgh:

shredded cheese

johnflansburgh:

shredded cheese

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swanjolras:

we interrupt this blog to remind you that in shakespeare’s day, and hamlet’s, suicide was guaranteed to send you to hell

and if you died without getting your last rites, etc, there was a good chance you would go to hell

so when horatio says to hamlet, “i am more an antique roman than a dane; here’s yet some liquor left”

what he is saying is, “i would rather follow you to hell than keep my chance of heaven without you”

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spunkydads:

the problem with rich people is that i am not one

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powerofvoodoo:

so i’m ready to go back to school

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woah hang on what

are you really sure you’re only going to need one pen?


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yungmanic:

yungmanic:

I want to find my other half. My soul mate. The one person who can supply me with more happiness than sadness. I know, I wish to find love. The equal, unconditional, passionate sort of love. I can only wait, wait for it to come to me. Maybe I have to wait till I deserve it. I have to wait till love finds me. Or maybe I have to wait till I have stopped waiting. Once the search is over and I am left with the treasure of someone, I must know everything. I must absorb the good and the bad of them and then project the good and the bad of me. I must understand. Understand their fears, their insecurities, understand everything. I want to know them inside and out, backwards to front- every crease and every fold, every leap and every halt. I want it all. And in return, my gift is an open book. That way you can see me in every light, the sunshine and the rain, the inbetweeness and the emptiness of the ink stained, partly shredded pages that I offer. I am not a box, you cannot limit my existence in a piece of cardboard meant to hold objects, not people; but instead, you can read each page of me, each memory, each regret and then interpret them in whichever way you desire. I have words written all over me, sometimes seen in my eyes or in the cracks of my painted lips. I am ink. An opposite. A black and white novel, searching for my sequel.

Instagram: @anniecattermole

you should write a book

toxicc-accid:

yungmanic:

yungmanic:

I want to find my other half. My soul mate. The one person who can supply me with more happiness than sadness. I know, I wish to find love. The equal, unconditional, passionate sort of love. I can only wait, wait for it to come to me. Maybe I have to wait till I deserve it. I have to wait till love finds me. Or maybe I have to wait till I have stopped waiting. Once the search is over and I am left with the treasure of someone, I must know everything. I must absorb the good and the bad of them and then project the good and the bad of me. I must understand. Understand their fears, their insecurities, understand everything. I want to know them inside and out, backwards to front- every crease and every fold, every leap and every halt. I want it all. And in return, my gift is an open book. That way you can see me in every light, the sunshine and the rain, the inbetweeness and the emptiness of the ink stained, partly shredded pages that I offer. I am not a box, you cannot limit my existence in a piece of cardboard meant to hold objects, not people; but instead, you can read each page of me, each memory, each regret and then interpret them in whichever way you desire. I have words written all over me, sometimes seen in my eyes or in the cracks of my painted lips. I am ink. An opposite. A black and white novel, searching for my sequel.

Instagram: @anniecattermole

you should write a book

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thedramaticsneeze:

ninichan1213:

cloak-wand-and-stone:

arandomfangirl:

uneducatedfuck:

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like

“How did a milkshake manage to develop a gravitational pull that was gender specific?”

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I lost it.

THAT FACE

HE’S SO STRESSED ABOUT THE BOYS

I don’t watch Supernatural and sometimes it is just so hard to tell if some of these gifs really happened, if they’re fan made, or outtakes.

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niggablvd:

This was our first night together, ever. I had just gotten her from the airport a couple of hours beforehand and we decided to pitch an 8 person tent and sleep outside. I remember not knowing when to kiss her or even hold her hand because I was so nervous, but finally, when the others fell asleep, I turned to her and we kind of just lay face to face in silence. I kept inching myself closer and closer to her and brushing my lips over hers lightly. It was the most peaceful moment I’ve known yet my insides were exploding with adrenaline. She always tells me she didn’t see my kiss coming but I never fathomed how she couldn’t have expected it. And when we kissed I swear to God we did so for the next 10 minutes without even taking a break to breathe. It was pitch black but I didn’t need light to know that we were both smiling. She then turned around so I grabbed her waist and spooned her from behind. We held hands and fell asleep just like that. The morning after, I got up while she still slept and I went to go buy her coffee (her fav kind - vanilla blonde roast from Starbucks) so that she’d have something nice to wake up to. I remember getting a text half way home from her being like “When will you be home, I miss you”. Fuck, I love reminiscing about our beautiful memories. This happens to be one of my favourites. She was (still is) so perfect. So soft and tender and inviting. I can’t wait to create new memories with you this summer. I wouldn’t rather be with anyone else.

niggablvd:

This was our first night together, ever. I had just gotten her from the airport a couple of hours beforehand and we decided to pitch an 8 person tent and sleep outside. I remember not knowing when to kiss her or even hold her hand because I was so nervous, but finally, when the others fell asleep, I turned to her and we kind of just lay face to face in silence. I kept inching myself closer and closer to her and brushing my lips over hers lightly. It was the most peaceful moment I’ve known yet my insides were exploding with adrenaline. She always tells me she didn’t see my kiss coming but I never fathomed how she couldn’t have expected it. And when we kissed I swear to God we did so for the next 10 minutes without even taking a break to breathe. It was pitch black but I didn’t need light to know that we were both smiling. She then turned around so I grabbed her waist and spooned her from behind. We held hands and fell asleep just like that. The morning after, I got up while she still slept and I went to go buy her coffee (her fav kind - vanilla blonde roast from Starbucks) so that she’d have something nice to wake up to. I remember getting a text half way home from her being like “When will you be home, I miss you”. Fuck, I love reminiscing about our beautiful memories. This happens to be one of my favourites. She was (still is) so perfect. So soft and tender and inviting. I can’t wait to create new memories with you this summer. I wouldn’t rather be with anyone else.

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