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@born-in-elysium
IF YOU'RE NOT CHICKEN... REBLOG THIS & SEE WHAT PEOPLE RATE YOU!!!
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No one calls me a chicken
I’ll be seeing a lot of 17’s in my inbox
It’s the media see
The Exorshit
I am hilarious
sucking dick is demeaning
De meaning of life 😎
and the biggest House plot twist goes to the time they cured a homeless man who turned out to be a fucking cannibalistic serial killer
Does anyone else feel like they’re not important to anyone? It’s like I just exist in people’s lives.
LA (via thoughtsofla)
This fits insanely well, plus it’s fucking hilarious
Needy
Sometimes really hate being needy because I know I’m loved and cared about but at the same time I’m scared that they’re just lying.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ani_6IRV20A
‘Yes! The Elf-warrior is loose!’ he cried. ‘I’m coming. Just show me the way up, or I’ll skin you!’
O were my love yon lilac fair, wi’ purple blossoms to the spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, when wearied on my little wing! How I wad mourn when it was torn by autumn wild, and winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, when youthfu’ may its bloom renew’d.
The third time Ron Swanson cried D: