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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
One Nice Bug Per Day
noise dept.
art blog(derogatory)
Product Placement
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Xuebing Du
Noah Kahan
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@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
bliss lane
Claire Keane
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
The Bowery Presents
EXPECTATIONS
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@callingonblueskyes-blog
I found a new hobby.
Ummmmmm…..I may need to introduce this to my friends.
I DO need to introduce this to my friends.
This is why my siblings should not be allowed to have a tumblr... because I don't get on it as often anymore and that sometimes makes me the only one in the room who doesn't get the joke. And then gets tackled off of barstools and smashed into the floor in order to "be saved."
Could she be any cuter?
barbequedip:
oneandonlygabriel:
littleboatfullofboners:
getyourpokeon:
nom-chompsky:
weatherall:
drinkmasturbatecry:
FAIR WARNING: if RPATTZ is going to be doing a lot of promos for breaking shitty dawn, then I am going to be posting a fuckton of this stuff, because IT IS COMEDY GOLD.
I love his shitty flip phone. Not only can he not afford a comb, he’s rolling with a phone straight out of 2001.
bless him
His face is so intense.
imagine you accidentally text to the wrong number and Robert Pattinson replies
#it’s hard to explain to people that you hate twilight but love robert pattinson
I know, right?
^that tag is so accurate.
Gay rights activists aren’t expected to spend half their time campaigning for heterosexuals. Anti-racism activists aren’t expected to spend ages campaigning on behalf of white people. Yet its a different story with feminism, isn’t it?
(via omgfruitloop)
Truth.
(via dresdenlowe)
badpastabegins:
blueskyes:
Awesoemgoddess replied to your post:
“My dear, you should try this one. It’s far superior in the grand scheme of things.4degreez.com/misc/da…”
Thank you, dear. These are the results I got for the test you suggested:
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the…
Yay, i wont be alone in the Sixth level of hell!
No, sorry, Pasta. I'm banished to the Seventh Level. "/ But maybe we can stand at the edges and wave to each other?
trespassnews:
@ Liberty Plaza in NYC
#OCCUPYWALLSTREET
#USDAYOFRAGE
uppitylittlehomo:
[Image description: Jo brand, a fat, older, white woman is looking to the right of the camera. She has short hair with a pink ribbon in it.]
Jo Brand: As a woman, I’m sure other women will back me up on this, at least once if not many more times in your life you have to suffer abuse shouted at you on the street. And it’s really difficult because nine times out of ten you can’t fight back. And in fact, the only time I ever did was, I was in central London and the obligatory white van came past, you know, and some bloke shouted out, oh, I don’t know, “show us your tits you ugly…” whatever it was. And luckily for me, A, I had PMT and B, they were stuck in a traffic jam. So I went up to their van and pulled the windscreen wipers off. And actually I was very pleased about having PMT because I would have been too scared otherwise. But the most rewarding thing was the look on their faces. They could not believe that I’d done it, you know, it was great.
Jo Brand: Hay Sessions 2011
And another by Nina. ~I know everyone is just so excited to see me~ Gah. What has happened to my blog?
This is the full photo of my dp taken by Nina Williams. Comparing this picture to ones taken this time of year freshman year is strange. I'm having trouble finding words for my thoughts.
< insert whiny text post that comes down to me belittling myself, unleashing my insecurities onto the public domain, and kicking/stomping my feet/crying like a child >
My dash is dead. It's 4:47. I found my KniftyKnitter, I have Nutella under my fingernails, and Fuz won't snuggle with me. It's topless and I'm Tuesday.
