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    rupsidaisy:

    gay8:

    fuck attractive people

    that’s the plan

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    There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

    Remember that.


    My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says.
    Jin Akanishi (via unculturedmag)

    katara:

    seattl-ite:

    katara:

    I am sick of people thinking deodorant is optional

    i’m sick of people thinking that they can judge others on a normal bodily function and that the only way they can be accepted is to wear something that is harmful/poisonous to your body. just because some men in the 1880’s decided bodily odor was no longer acceptable. 

    bitch you stink 

    weareallalright:

    Blue + brown

    #panerai


    sunshineeee-xo:

    mylesxmcgehee:

    HAHAHAH IM DYING

    Lol the mop dog

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    27,281 plays One Minute Man (Feat. Ludacris & Trina) Missy Elliott One Minute Man

    idinero:

    Missy Elliott - One Minute Man (Feat. Ludacris & Trina)

    I feel nothing
    or
    I feel everything.
    I don’t know which is worse.

    2 am thoughts  (via melisica)

    words-of-emotion:

    More good vibes here

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    afatfox:

    I absolutely cannot wait for autumn.

    ostentatiousxwanderlust:

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    weasleyrocksyoursocks:

    seong:

    I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

    SWEET JESUS

    You have your mother’s cheek bones

    godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

    TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

    I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

    The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

    One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

    Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

    He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

    “Fork,

         I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

         Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

         Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

    Goodbye, Fork.

    -Spoon”


    Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

    I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

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    bra..fucking..vo

    sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

    truly the best fanfic ever

    Lmaooo. Too much time on your hands lmao too much time yo

    Lmao this post is brilliant

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