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frechn

Reblog if you're applying for masters in slightly or very different focus than you're undergrad

flamingofootprints

Zoology to Public Health :)

mr-styles

lightheartedsuggestion

It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.

canadad-deactivated20171111

whats it like getting 8 hours of sleep every night

canadad-deactivated20171111

vulpx this reply needs its own hall of fame imo

beautanol

I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.

purplebuddhaquotes

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”

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William Goldman

turing-tested

my favorite thing is when you pick up an animal and you look them in the eyes and you can tell nothings going on behind them. you look at them and theres just elevator music. stupid animals really are like the fucking best, the lights are on but no one is home

griffinmcelroyspisskink-remade

that also happens when u pick me up and look into my eyes

johnbeyonder

thesilverwolf7

I never want any context for this ever

if-the-moon-turns-green

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

tastefullyoffensive

(via meanboysclub)

mypissedoffsandwichold-deactiva

The last one

thunderboltsortofapenny

Also good on these people for taking the aggressively petty route instead of falsely registering their pets as service animals

soloshikigami

And one of the reasons I love my state and assure people that not all New Yorkers are assholes.

madonees

Disgusting. please act like a human

madonees

coolhotdad

my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.

youstoodmeupforayardsale-mo-blog

this passed the bechdel test

A mess

And I loved the way people looked at us when we were together- like they knew that we hung onto each other as if we were held together by a single thread. Like if they walked too closely they would break something so incredibly delicate. And I guess that’s how it felt when I was with him, like we had created our own gentle universe, impermeable to the destructive world that lay outside our hearts.