Reblogged on 24 Jul 2014 from ashesandrainbows
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positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.
positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.

positivelyindecent:

stonzie:

Okay, legit fucking crying.

You bet your elderly testicles I did.

(Source: whendogmetdolphin)

Reblogged on 24 Jul 2014 from spiders-and-striders
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paperstreet-soapcompany:

a moment of silence for the english teachers that have to read angsty 13 year old creative writing

(Source: poorlymadedecisions)

Reblogged on 24 Jul 2014 from yougotsnal
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nivalingreenhow:

when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires 

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from poc-homestuck
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grimgrinningengarillaz:

rose lalonde more like what a perfect babe 
grimgrinningengarillaz:

rose lalonde more like what a perfect babe 

grimgrinningengarillaz:

rose lalonde more like what a perfect babe 

(Source: tinyhaunt)

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from not-very-sane
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dionysiandust:

ernoji:

when it’s the middle of the night and u hear ur parents waking up

image

when it’s 7am and you hear your parents getting up for work

image

(Source: maplesuhtori)

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from kingcheddarxvii
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kingcheddarxvii:

This is a picture of me with a small rubber duck suctioned to my cheek. When I was 15, and still figuring out the things that made me unique, I thought it would be cool to keep a small rubber duck attached to my face. It wasn’t, but I loved that duck. His name was Duck o’ The Irish, because he had a small shamrock printed on his chest, and I took him with me everywhere. One day I could not find Duck o’ The Irish, and I grieved for him for many months. My little sister began a collection of similar ducks however and she came into the possession of an identical, shamrock-clad duck. She offered it to me, but I graciously refused — for there was only one Duck o’ The Irish for me. I lived duckless for many years, until the other day when I found this duck in the attic. Initially I thought, perhaps, it was the original Duck o’ The Irish, but then I realized it could just as easily have been the one belonging to my dear sister. But, alas! Oho! I found earlier that my little sister’s Irish duckling was still parked in a mug in her room. So unless she had more ducks just like it than the one, we could stand to reason that the one I found in the attic was indeed my Duck o’ The Irish, reunited with me at last. Of course, this logic falls apart if in fact my little sister owned several ducks like this one, but there’s no way to confirm it. I suppose I will continue living as if this duck on my face is my beloved duck, and I won’t worry about the legitimacy of that viewpoint. There’s a comfort in not having the answer sometimes, and there’s always the option of asking God, who is all-knowing, if and when I get to heaven. And now you’ve read a very long, needlessly informative post about something which you stand to gain nothing by knowing about, and I hope this the low point of your mindless, nocturnal dash-scrolling, so that you may realize that you’re only wasting time you could be spending asleep. Go to sleep

kingcheddarxvii:

This is a picture of me with a small rubber duck suctioned to my cheek. When I was 15, and still figuring out the things that made me unique, I thought it would be cool to keep a small rubber duck attached to my face. It wasn’t, but I loved that duck. His name was Duck o’ The Irish, because he had a small shamrock printed on his chest, and I took him with me everywhere. One day I could not find Duck o’ The Irish, and I grieved for him for many months. My little sister began a collection of similar ducks however and she came into the possession of an identical, shamrock-clad duck. She offered it to me, but I graciously refused — for there was only one Duck o’ The Irish for me. I lived duckless for many years, until the other day when I found this duck in the attic. Initially I thought, perhaps, it was the original Duck o’ The Irish, but then I realized it could just as easily have been the one belonging to my dear sister. But, alas! Oho! I found earlier that my little sister’s Irish duckling was still parked in a mug in her room. So unless she had more ducks just like it than the one, we could stand to reason that the one I found in the attic was indeed my Duck o’ The Irish, reunited with me at last. Of course, this logic falls apart if in fact my little sister owned several ducks like this one, but there’s no way to confirm it. I suppose I will continue living as if this duck on my face is my beloved duck, and I won’t worry about the legitimacy of that viewpoint. There’s a comfort in not having the answer sometimes, and there’s always the option of asking God, who is all-knowing, if and when I get to heaven. And now you’ve read a very long, needlessly informative post about something which you stand to gain nothing by knowing about, and I hope this the low point of your mindless, nocturnal dash-scrolling, so that you may realize that you’re only wasting time you could be spending asleep. Go to sleep

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from pageofkawaii
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cherubplaycomics:

isnt this how gender works? cherubplaycomics:

isnt this how gender works? cherubplaycomics:

isnt this how gender works? cherubplaycomics:

isnt this how gender works?

cherubplaycomics:

isnt this how gender works?

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from arachnids8rip
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What are your headcanons about me?

scoutregimentkarkat:

secretlymartinfreeman:

askboxmemes:

Just curious. 

This sounds really fucking awesome.

Guys make headcanons about me.

IF SOMEONE DOES THIS I WILL BE SO HAPPY

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from pukind
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reaill:

Equius seems to have dropped something :o
dskjgbsdf I love this guy okay 

reaill:

Equius seems to have dropped something :o

dskjgbsdf I love this guy okay 

Reblogged on 23 Jul 2014 from dwarvesrule
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findchaos:

ChaosLife: Pussy Pics
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findchaos:

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