October 22nd, 2014

hiccupsboyfriends:

hearthewolfhowl:

antiherozero:

jim-is-fabby:

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satanhasclaimedthisblog:

tulililli:

missl0nelyhearts:

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Fun fact: If you are male and under the age of fifty and wearing one of these outfits, I will willingly have sex with you. Not even sure you need to be male.

Completely sure that you don’t need to be male.

Seriously, I’d fuck the suits. That’s not even a joke.

#if my boyfriend turned up to my house wearing any one of these he wouldnt be wearing it for long #sweet jesus

Fucking hell yes

I need them all.

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postmarq:

College Packing Index Cards:
Use these index cards as a college packing guide — you don’t have to bring everything on the list.

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icyblueroses:

ryancage:

encyclopedophile:

encyclopedophile:

EVERY REBLOG

EVERY SINGLE REBLOG

WILL GET A THING IN THEIR ASK

EVEREBLOG

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I SWEAR

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TO

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FUCKING

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FISH JESUS

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DO ANY

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OF YOU ACTUALLY 

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REMEMBER

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REBLOGGING THIS?

247 REBLOGS, I HAD TO GO THROUGH. I HIT ASK LIMIT LITERALLY EVERY HOUR. AND MOST OF YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE IT. AUUGH

humor me

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HOW THE FUCK…

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Stay single, fall in love with yourself first. Don’t buy into the hype. Don’t lie to get someone’s body. Don’t fool yourself into a relationship. Be clear about what you want. Make sure it isn’t a decision stemmed from loneliness. Be honest about what you need. Be honest about what you have to offer. Be satisfied with not getting what you want. Don’t manipulate. Open communication. Be blunt. Be respectful. Be happy with or without someone. Know whether you’re in bed with a one-night stand or at the pulpit for marriage, that you didn’t lie to yourself or someone else to get there.
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
This thought has been haunting me for months (via sebatsianstans)

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Be careful who you call your friends. I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies

Al Capone  (via hefuckin)

This has been my favorite quote since 9th grade

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October 21st, 2014

baskabirhayatta:

Ludovico Einaudi / Oltremare

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October 20th, 2014

hunteress-of-artemis:

thecrackintheteacup:

mesange03:

“Even to the point in the exercise books in the Great Hall set, we’d actually do our own school work on set, just made it look as authentic as possible” (Oliver Phelps)
His face in the last gif though. It’s hilarious, he looks so stricken, like he’s just going ‘but I don’t understand!’

He must have been doing math

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themaskedotter:

themaskedotter:

I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military. 

But really I probably wouldn’t have been born if my dad hadn’t been fish slapped in the face by dream Jesus and I can’t even

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Apart from my sisters, estranged
from my mother, I am a woman alone
in a house of men
who secretly
call themselves princes, alone
with me usually, under cover of dark. I am the one allowed in

to the royal chambers, whose small foot conveniently
fills the slipper of glass. The woman writer, the lady
umpire, the madam chairman, anyone’s wife.
I know what I know.
And I once was glad

of the chance to use it, even alone
in a strange castle, doing overtime on my own, cracking
the royal code. The princes spoke
in their fathers’ language, were eager to praise me
my nimble tongue. I am a woman in a state of siege, alone

as one piece of laundry, strung on a windy clothesline a
mile long. A woman co-opted by promises: the lure
of a job, the ruse of a choice, a woman forced to bear witness, falsely
against my kind, as each
other sister was judged inadequate, bitchy, incompetent,
jealous, too thing, too fat. I know what I know.
What sweet bread I make

for myself in this prosperous house
is dirty, what good soup I boil turns
in my mouth to mud. Give
me my ashes. A cold stove, a cinder-block pillow, wet
canvas shoes in my sisters’, my sisters’ hut. Or I swear

I’ll die young
like those favored before me, hand-picked each one
for their joyful heart.

"Cinderella" by Olga Broumas

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queen-mzbigabootie:

haneefistheonlyone:

kwamejaw:

Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that

queen-mzbigabootie:

haneefistheonlyone:

kwamejaw:

Im pretty sure I walk past a lot more cops than that

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