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spidormen

ROWYSO: Adelaide [x]

sexycliffconda

x

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homosozialismus

when you see a bullshit post but don’t want to Get Into It

eurythma-deactivated20150802

FOREVER REBLOGGGING THIS!!!

bbigmood

highkey want a boy who’s taller than me and has messy hair and nice eyebrows and is strong enough to lift me and carry me when I’m tired and is intelligent and can carry smart conversations and calls me beautiful and treats me right in front of his friends

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goghsyrup

Reblog this and I'll paint your url

(Gonna do all of them 🌾)

goghsyrup

Doing all of them as soon as I wake up tomorrow as long as I get enough to do, so reblog if you want me to paint yours ☺️

thursday

DAY 23

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 23

electrictongue

I HOPE UR CONCERT IS THE ONE WHERE SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING COOL AND THE FANDOM TALKS ABOUT IT FOREVER AND YOU WERE THERE

hrwgss

so yesterday calumdropthebaes and I were talking about the boys with children and I guess I got carried away??? (ง •̀_•́)ง??

etherealeggplant

IT LOOKS LIKE HES FINGERING YOU AND SAYING ‘FUCK’ SOMEONE SHOOT ME

inthelifeofa

internetsafetyname

A possum broke into an Australian bakery and ate so many pastries it couldn’t move. This is how they found him.

I live for this post

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“Do what you must, for I have already won.”

Interviewer: There was a tweet, a hashtag for you, 'Get Well Soon Calum,' going around on the night, what was that all about?

Michael: Calum was just trying to steal my thunder.

Calum: I was just trying to steal his thunder. ‘Oh you got burned I need to get burned.’ No, I just ran past one of the flames and luckily someone pressed the emergency stop…for me.

smuttyscribbles

With you at my side - Luke Hemmings smut

Squealing peals of laughter catch your attention as soon as you walk through the front door after a day of work. The kind of laughter that makes your chest ache with happiness, your mouth splitting into a huge grin as the breathless begging for mercy rises between each gasp of breath. You drop your bag and close the door quietly so you can creep up on the events taking place in the lounge without anyone noticing. Peering around the door frame, you bite your lip to contain your smile. Luke is kneeling over Sebastian, his fingers wriggling against the toddler’s chubby sides as he tickles him, making your son’s face scrunch up and his little feet kick out.

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