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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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trying on a metaphor
we're not kids anymore.
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will byers stan first human second

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cherry valley forever

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Hazy summer âš
Teriyaki Korean House Providence Rhode Island (Ocean Stateđ) USA
"Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?"
Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.
Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.
They are the English majors.Â
They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.
Holland Roden - Modern Muse
CAN EVERYONE BE HOLLAND RODEN
Saturday Lunching
Summer in the woodsâŠ
Keep this on your dashboard forever
This song fixes everything ahh
HAUNTER used CONFUSE RAY!
is anything in 2016 even real any more?
HOLY SHIT
i am choking on my breakfast well done well DONE
âWhat makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of you?â
translation: âWtf Albus, I thought we had something special!â
Worrying means you suffer twice
day 5-6
âYou taste like a river in June.â
â Arkaye Kierulf, from âSpacesâ (via lachantefleurie)
She used to swim as a teenager. I imagine her, in the open-air chlorine pool at six in the morningâthe last stars still hanging and the large green mountains enclosing all the houses and their mango treesâthere is my lithe young mother, cutting through the water before she couldâve even imagined me, turning her head every couple of strokes to breathe.Â