dominantlife:

contagioushappiness:

Everything about this post is perfect. Because growing up is for losers. 

π

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i-dont-understand-that-reference:

danisalmostonfire:

i-dont-understand-that-reference:

i-dont-understand-that-reference:

today in science class we were talking about thunderstorms and we looked out the window and there was a storm in the distance so i quietly whispered “the oncoming storm” and the kid behind me banged his knee on the desk and choked i think i have found my soulmate

this wasn’t supposed to get any notes omg

i ship it

We are dating

To be or not to be? Bitch I might be
—William Shakespeare  (via morgan-freemans-voice)

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jimmyjamjimjohn:

rubywhiterabbit:

One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.

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leonardsmccoy:

she wears short skirts, i wear blue shirts, she’s cheer captain and damnit jim, i’m a doctor

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I need to be thinner and prettier and nicer and less depressed because I suck

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Artist: Booker DeWitt
Track: Why is your mother a ghost?

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vikingstorytime:

liquiddittyfloats:

who else feels like the hannibal fandom came out of fucking nowhere

rapedbyrapture:

It is your wedding day, you have waited for this moment all of your life. 

The ceremony begins, and  as you watch your bride-to-be begin her walk down the isle, the music begins…

KISS KISS, FALL IN LOVE.  

Irrational Games Sex Tip #121

bioshck:

Lay down your partner gently, gently caress their skin, trace every inch of their body with your finger tips, and slowly make love to them. When they’re about to orgasm, stop, lean in close and whisper “There ain’t no ‘Atlas’, kid, never was” in a Bronx accent, climb off of them, and leave.

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