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wintersoldeirs

reblog if ur tired and want to make out w/ a cute girl

me: mom, i need money

mom: what? did you spend those two dollars i gave you in 2003 already?

babyycay-deactivated20191211

gays with depression have pressed flowers in their phone cases

#false #no flowers in my phone case #i mean sure the case itself has flowers on it #but that doesnt mean anything

thehmn

Is he just trying to piss off the fuckboy Deadpool fans at this point?

nyanbinyuri

if so he’s doing the lords work

clestroying

I want to be a midwife so i can see what all the rich white suburban parents name their children. Like congratulations Mrs Smith heres your baby organic granola apple quinoa

txbeergoddess

My heart gets heavy thinking about the giant trash island in the ocean.

anarchoblake

Yeah england is a joke

glumshoe

Dear women’s clothing designers: yes, I am going to leave the top of my shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. No, I don’t want ¾ths length sleeves and missing top buttons. It has to be a choice if it’s going to look roguish and handsome. A pox upon you and your terrible designs!

rayb1rd

Kicked out of the Garden of Eden

Eve:

advanced-procrastination

I hate this. I fucking hate this. This is essentially a fucking hieroglyphic. I see that picture and I immediately hear a combination of sounds in my head with a very specific and comprehendable meaning. Like, I hear it. It’s not even a fucking video, its a still fucking picture but I hear it and know exactly what the OP was trying to convey because this picture has a word inherently attached to it

frogmp3

why are people on here so dramatic about understanding vine references

dykeclea

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.

#susan is goals in every way

lovenotesuggestions

Concept: I wake up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and have to disentangle myself from your sleepy embrace. When I return, I smile because you’re just so cute when you’re dreaming. I slip back under the covers with you and, in your sleep, you unconsciously reach for me, winding your arms around me and pulling me in close to rest my head on your shoulder. I’m lulled back to sleep by the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your heart beat.