ostracizedpoodle:

Im not allowed outside after dark because i outshine all the stars and the moon so baby sea turtles always end up flocking to me

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funny-tumbrl-posts:

There are 2 types of people in this word

  • people who will help me hide the body
  • people who are the body

Good luck on finding out which one you are

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lanobonano:

I want to be so rich that if someone says something stupid i can throw money at them and yell go to college

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portraits-of-america:

“I’m away from the family in Scotland for a few months. I’m just traveling America. I did the same thing four years ago.”“Why did you do it?”“I wanted to feel like I’m 19 again.”“Why the United States?”“Because it’s big and, as Europeans, we have a love affair with America. I think, individually, Americans are probably the most generous people I have ever met. Most of them would give you the shirt off their backs if you needed one. But they elect some bloody awful governments.”
portraits-of-america:

     “We’re not dating, but we’ve come to trust each other in such a way that when people look at us they think, ‘Oh, they’re so close. They must be a couple.’ But an intimate relationship doesn’t have to be sexual—he turns me on intellectually and we wholeheartedly enjoy each other’s company. We feel that we’re each other’s surrogate true loves.”

shewhowantsmouseears:

The World’s Reaction To The ‘Hello Kitty Is Not A Kitty’ News - 

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tacoposey:

there are literally two episodes left of this season of teen wolf

and i cannot tell you one significant moment that has happened this season like what have all the episodes been about i feel so blindsided i feel like we’re 4 episodes in what’s even going on is scott still a werewolf what happened to mexico are we just not going to talk about the fact that kate apparently knows like witchcraft what the fuck

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pavorst:

Always is a very long time. It’s the place where I keep my old loves, boys from when I was four or five. When I was young I didn’t realise the bigness of always, the permanence of it. As I grew older and more angry, I would banish some of the people who I loved into the always. Into the hateful consuming dark of an adolescence full of unanswered questions. People always left, especially when I needed them the most. So I would just close myself away and never let anyone look too closely into my eyes or hold my hand for too long. Until recently I stowed away people’s mortality into my always. I stitched their lives into the never-ending fabric of a place where it isn’t meant to be. I didn’t realise that people’s lifetimes could be as tiny as a candle flame. We make that mistake I suppose as human beings. We are brave enough to make plans. It’s dangerous when we become too comfortable with how many tomorrows we have.