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americandreamwitch:

hipster-trichster:

marina-peixes:

svvords:

Why are shorts called shorts but pants arent called longs

she wears short shorts I wear long longs

she’s cheer cheerer and i’m on the sit sits

taylorswift were these the original lyrics

(Source: wasiangod, via succeeding)

When The Doctor and Donna meet again
with subtitles requested by: 
anonymous

(Source: shutupstrax, via slutdust)

iam-fandomlocked:

Tumblr + being one hundred percent done with school’s crap

My other photosets here

(via the-witch-in-a-crowd-of-muggles)

annakendrickofficial:

a shout out to all the people who started saying “same” as a joke once in awhile but now use it for the most random things like a car honking their horn at another car

(via fake-mermaid)

Me:*playing Tomb Raider*
Grandmother who is visiting for the weekend:Mind if I sit with you?
Me:*squirming slightly because there is gore and swearing in this game and my grandmother is a sweet old lady: Um, if you want to.
Grandmother:*sits* Thank you, dear.
Me:*continuing to play for about five minutes*
Grandmother:
Grandmother:
Grandmother:LOOK OUT THERE ARE THREE COMING DOWN THE HILL
Grandmother:THAT WAS POINT BLANK HOW ARE THEY ALIVE
Grandmother:OOOHH YOU MADE THAT EXPLODE
Grandmother:STOP KILLING MY GRANDDAUGHTER
Grandmother:KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL
Grandmother:OHHHHH YOU SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD OHHHHHHHHH
Grandmother:RUN RUN RUN YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE RUN
Grandmother:OKAY NOW KILL THEM ALL
Me:*slowly turns to look at her* Grandma
Grandmother:*sweet smile* Hmm?
Me:Grandma oh my god
Grandmother:*more smiling* Well, hurry up and kill everyone else, I want to see you save this Sam person.
Me:
Me:
Grandmother:Kill them.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

god fucking damn.

(via the-rollingstone-rs)

(Source: langleav, via the-rollingstone-rs)

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac (via durianquotes)

(Source: psych-facts, via the-rollingstone-rs)

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
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