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cybersity:

i dont understand how people can just get tattoos without even giving it a second thought i cant even find the commitment to stick a sticker somewhere

(via hellagaylord)

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sebthemagicdragon:

takanye:

echat:

all you girls out there had that stage where you played online dress up games dont even lie

what do you mean had

what do you mean girls

(via brandymilkville)

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secretpapi:

why does garfield even hate mondays? he doesn’t have a job. he hasn’t felt the pressure of capitalism. he is only a cat.

(via stargirl-and-sunflowers)

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— Phil Kaye from Repetition (via kiddings)

(Source: myheartgoesbumbumbum, via psych-facts)

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thottest:

I really got into astrology when I read those J-14 horoscopes along with those embarrassing stories where the girl would spill milk down the front of her shirt in front of her crush and all his friends.

(via vdeline)

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— (via no-tan-lines)

(Source: grettypop, via marishanoel)

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— Yoko Ono (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via psych-facts)

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islette:

if you can’t beat them, dress better than them

(via legit-humour)

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whorecrux-harry:

"Don’t kid yourself" would be a great slogan for birth control pills

(Source: ruinmarks, via legit-humour)

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quezsam:

wirelessinfidelity:

apatheticghost:

boys are so lucky they have boners to tell them that theyre horny because girls are just like am i horny or am i hungry or am i bored i dont know i dont have a dick

That’s definitely an interesting take. But sometimes we get boners for no reason and it’s something like “What is it boy? Did you see something?”

Tumblr is the only fucking place where boys and girls are free and comfortable to have this kind of conversations between them.

(via legit-humour)

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bombing:

noseblow:

bombing:

i’m on a seafood diet. i only eat seafood

that’s not how the joke goes lmao

do my weight loss goals seem like a fucking joke to you

(via legit-humour)

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pimpdaddytavros:

i want to be rebellious but i dont want to get in trouble  

(via legit-humour)

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HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: blythebrooklyn, via 0nceinalifetime)

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theperksofbeing-kate:

daily reminder that the boy you’re in love with at 16 probably won’t matter when you’re 25.

daily reminder that the math test you failed your freshman year of high school probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college.

daily reminder that the problems you’re facing today may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a year.

daily reminder that you’re going to be okay.

everything is going to be okay.

(via 0nceinalifetime)

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I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

— b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

(via 0nceinalifetime)

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