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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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we're not kids anymore.
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@fag-ra
straight people when a show adds a gay character and” forces” homosexuality on them
LMFAO THIS GIF IS SO GOOD 🤣
just what in the fresh hell is this shit y'all got me FUCKED UP
something is getting fried alright…..and it’s the person responsible.
prepare the electric chair.
elio perlman + outfits
American healthcare system be like
“wow, janice! i sure do love the Rodent Dome!”
what the fuck are those
Those are children
Cleaning women washing a crucifix, 1938
via reddit
Me, thinking they’re hosing an emaciated child down the stairs: oh jesus…
Me, realizing it is in fact our lord and savior on the cross: oh, Jesus…
i should not be laughing about that note
this was the way I came out today
can this just go viral already, it deserved better
I can just feel some of YALL un-see this
I broke my hiatus to reblog this post.
This is exceptionally fine tea. 🧐
LOL
Same energy 😂
i remember you, you’re the one who made my dreams come true a few kisses ago
여어- 히싸씨부리 ( ɔ̸ᴉʇɐ͟N͞さんのツイート )
“NAFTER NOON!”
Every. Time. Every single time. I always get so delighted by this picture set. And I always forget what it’s followed up by. And then I see the “NAFTER NOON!” and absolutely lose it. I’m so glad this post exists.
Sandra Oh photographed by Thomas Whiteside | for Marie Claire Magazine, May 2019 issue.
ain’t nothing wrong with a contextless homoerotic vintage photo
‘Grow up. I’ll see you at midnight.’
That’s what he had added under my words.
He had delivered it before breakfast.
This realization came with a few minutes’ delay but it filled me with instant yearning and dismay. Did I want this, now that something was being offered? And was it in fact being offered? And if I wanted or didn’t want it, how would I live out the day till midnight?