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bigbardafree:

foreveralone-lyguy:

I walked into the kitchen at 5:30am and saw this in the sink… this isn’t my cat

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#the cats just like ”this isnt my sink”


quillpaw:

a person with mind-manipulation powers who uses them mostly to have large groups of strangers perform musical numbers in the street with them


pseudologia-fantastica-me:

arrafrost:

lacigreen:

fulloflightning:

don’t blame women for the fact that someone they trusted betrayed them in such an intimate way

solidarity with my ladies

for real i’m so sick of everyone blaming women when their asshole partners share their PRIVATE, CONSENSUAL pictures with the public

[x]

THIS IS FOR EVERY GENDER


dulect:

listen up you little bitch

dulect:

listen up you little bitch



thecutestofthecute:

"He was so tired that he had to be carried home"

thecutestofthecute:

"He was so tired that he had to be carried home"


miss-grace:

Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?



my hand slipped

my hand slipped


these are actually nice you fucking nerd
  • 1. selfie
  • 2. what would you name your future kids?
  • 3. do you miss anyone?
  • 4. what are you looking forward to?
  • 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
  • 6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
  • 7. what was your life like last year?
  • 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
  • 9. who did you last see in person?
  • 10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
  • 11. are you listening to music right now?
  • 12. what is something you want right now?
  • 13. how do you feel right now?
  • 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
  • 15. personality description
  • 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn't?
  • 17. opinion on insecurities.
  • 18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?
  • 19. have you ever been to New York?
  • 20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
  • 21. age and birthday?
  • 22. description of crush.
  • 23. fear(s)
  • 24. height
  • 25. role model
  • 26. idol(s)
  • 27. things i hate
  • 28. i'll love you if...
  • 29. favourite film(s)
  • 30. favourite tv show(s)
  • 31. 3 random facts
  • 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
  • 33. something you want to learn
  • 34. most embarrassing moment
  • 35. favourite subject
  • 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
  • 37. favourite actor/actress
  • 38. favourite comedian(s)
  • 39. favourite sport(s)
  • 40. favourite memory
  • 41. relationship status
  • 42. favourite book(s)
  • 43. favourite song ever
  • 44. age you get mistaken for
  • 45. how you found out about your idol
  • 46. what my last text message says
  • 47. turn ons
  • 48. turn offs
  • 49. where i want to be right now
  • 50. favourite picture of your idol
  • 51. starsign
  • 52. something i'm talented at
  • 53. 5 things that make me happy
  • 54. something thats worrying me at the moment
  • 55. tumblr friends
  • 56. favourite food(s)
  • 57. favourite animal(s)
  • 58. description of my best friend
  • 59. why i joined tumblr
  • 60. ask me anything you want

micdotcom:

Beautiful photo project empowers women to embrace their stretch marks

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zagreus-taking-time-apart:

"bisexual? you mean you’re experimenting?"

*kicks test tubes and alien hybrid under a desk* “um no what do you mean”


tom-sits-like-a-whore:

"hey that’s a cute dress"

"IT HAS POCKETS"

"oh that’s cool but i really like the lace on the collar"

"LOOK AT THE POCKETS THEY’RE ACTUALLY BIG"

"but-"

POCKETS”

literally anyone who wears clothes made for women will freak out when there are decently sized pockets built in it’s like finding a unicorn


bearhatalice:


necturusmaculosus:

busket:

stunningpicture:

Perfectly timed wedding photo

so she’s marrying a shark in disguise right

when will my reflection show
who i am
inside

Nobody suspects a thing

bearhatalice:

necturusmaculosus:

busket:

stunningpicture:

Perfectly timed wedding photo

so she’s marrying a shark in disguise right

when will my reflection show

who i am

inside

Nobody suspects a thing


"

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

"
— Tyler Ford (via bl-ossomed)
#Wow

gabrielthearch-angel:

crohatoandean:

myname-is-khan:

cassy-the-fallen-angel:

snackrifical:

a-little-deeper:

psilent-as-in-cjelli:

geargie:

camuizuuki:

inyourpassengerseat:

And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.



And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO



I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

how could u i thought we were family

I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

i am crying its too fucking early for this shit

Sobbing

gabrielthearch-angel:

crohatoandean:

myname-is-khan:

cassy-the-fallen-angel:

snackrifical:

a-little-deeper:

psilent-as-in-cjelli:

geargie:

camuizuuki:

inyourpassengerseat:

And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.

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And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO

image

I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

how could u i thought we were family

I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

i am crying its too fucking early for this shit

Sobbing