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No matter how synchronized synchronized swimmers are, they’ll never be as synchronized as someone that keeps unlocking the car door for you to get in and you keep pulling the handle at the same time.

iheartgot

Yes, first we’ll live.

I support him

when I was 5 or 6 we had a father-daughter day at my school where you eat lunch together and play games and shit, but my dad didn’t wanna come so I went on my own. but my mum called my uncle real last minute and he immediately got off work and drove straight over to eat lunch w me so I wasn’t alone, and he even picked flowers from his garden to give to me and that’s when I realised that anyone can be a father but not everybody can be a dad

bpdbot

sometimes i have too many emotions and sometimes i have none at all but i always always feel like i’m drowning

thesaurio

Learn how to swim Bitch

bpdbot

i made this post when i was in A Mood and all the replies are so angst and depressing except this Whole Ass Mood. Learn how to swim Bitch it’s 2018 we’re dealing with our problems

shesnake

what she says: im fine

what she means: chuck palahniuk went camping one weekend and got beat up by some homophobes but when he came into work w bruises and scars on his face none of his co-workers said anything, which inspired him to write fight club, and YET straight boys still think this story is for them

residentgoodgirl

assgod

Now this is just iconic advice

wagcaps

gunpowder-tea

real lgbt solidarity

cerullos

susan is EVERYTHING

thecouchwitch

When I was a child I thought Susan was needlessly mean to Ross. Then as I got older I realized Ross was an asshat and Susan was the only one on the show that could see it.

thereandtrashagain

millionaire pedophile afraid that he and his disgusting predator friends will finally start suffering the consequences of their actions

carbonscales

As a 90′s kid, it blows my mind that origami youtube videos exist. You can look up any model and watch a pair of manicured hands assemble the thing in real time, in full color, in 3D, with cheerful flute music in the background. When I was little, you had a library book with no words and these esoteric little dotted lines and arrows and it was just you, your hands, your paper, and the cruel, uncaring eyes of God.