Juli 2012
hanakatsumi:
foxnewsofficial:
i hope they use comic sans on your gravestone
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wingaardiumlevi0sa:
there were 7 billion pieces of biodegradable confetti, to represent each person in the world.
out there, in London, in the Olympic Stadium, there is a piece of biodegradable confetti dedicated to me.
When you only get 3 hours of sleep because you...
sodamnrelatable:
On the outside you’re like:
But on the inside:
When your mom is yelling at you through the phone....
sodamnrelatable:
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shawcago:
“i declare these fry cook games OPEN”
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canieatthisshit:
consequentialism:
if i had a dollar for every time i was a third wheel
Dear Taylor Swift, →
salsalsally:
I’m sorry that the boy who is undoubtedly your eternal soul mate is dating Satan and not you. What does this boy see in a girl who wears high heels, short skirts, and is the cheer captain? Doesn’t he know that those are warning signs of a morally depraved female? Clearly you, a glasses-wearing, socially outcast, real teenage girl who presents herself modestly, are more deserving of...
yusufsfirmbutt:
i love chihuahuas
Trying to sing along to a really fast rap song.
sodamnrelatable:
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communistsextips:
Oil up your partner with the blood of the bourgeoisie.
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I'm just going to leave this here.
mshiddles:
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waiting for my food in the microwave
sodamnrelatable:
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Things I Say While Driving
Me: Fuck you, oh. Fuck. You.
Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me: Good luck in the slow lane there, bud.
Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
Me: Lolol your car's a piece of shit.
Me: If I miss that green light because of you...
Me: You're gonna cut me off? You better hope you have a damn good accelerator, bitch.
Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
Me: Nope, roof rack.
dorothy-cotton:
Another year passes me by.
I feel myself growing older each day, not so much aging as I am decaying. Rotting, slowly, from the outside in.
Life is pain. Life is cruel. The moment you part from your mother’s womb, you are truly alone - trapped in the shall you call a body.
And yet we celebrate birth.
Cake.
Candles.
a mockery. A monument to my torment.
dude u gotta...
xwhatserface:
mel-lovable:
karameruru:
viremi:
thelocalpaedo:
TAKEEEEEEEE
ONNNNNNNN
MEEEEEEEE
TAKE ON ME
TAKEEEEEEEE
MEEEEEEEE
ONNNNNNNN
TAKE ON ME
I’LLLLLLLLL
BEEEEEEEE
GONEEEEEEEE
IN A DAY OR
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
