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A room full of assholes.

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london, day three

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Stunning photos.

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I love the irish (football) fans so much. they are out of control, in the best possible way. they’re just singing and chanting and being all around genuinely good and pure

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like they sing ABBA together with swedish fans

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they don’t know any of the lyrics, but they still try to sing along to the opposing french team’s national anthem

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serenading an old nun on the train

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and serenading the french police

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we’re shit at football but at least we’re good fun

kissy0urdemons

As long as the craic is being had, we’ll be there!

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They sang lullabies to a baby on a train

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I once tried to explain depression to someone as like if one day you gradually started to lose both your sense of taste and your ability to feel full. And you don’t know why, but now everything you eat tastes like mashed potatoes and nothing you eat is satisfying. You keep eating because you must eat to live, but the effort that it takes to prepare food is taxing and there is no pay off. You just know it will taste like mashed potatoes. You just know you will still be hungry. So you stop bothering with seasonings. Then you stop bothering to use ingredients you used to like. Then you start to wonder what the point of eating is because there is no payoff. You still feel hungry and you’re sick of the taste and you don’t know if you will ever enjoy food again and you don’t know why this is happening.

If someone comes up to you in this scenario and says, “Well have you tried spicing your food? Using different ingredients? Eating foods you used to love?” It isn’t necessarily helpful because the reason you stopped doing all that in the first place is that everything…tasted…like mashed…potatoes.

ladyjanelly

This. Completely this.

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Important content

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Tom and Carrie’s photo call at the White House Correspondents Dinner

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THE LAST DAY GUYS

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Every April 30th, like clockwork.

At least I know that the people of tumblr will never let me down.

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well this is powerful

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i was watching aou and i thought that the powerpuff girls theme song would work really well with it

i was not wrong

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me: *does literally one thing*

me:

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We matched at my university and i genuinely thought he was the loveliest boy i’d ever seen. He had the cutest smile and an Irish accent that left me besotted. We talked here and there on tinder chat until I bumped in to him at our student union for the first time, we were both in fancy dress and drunk off our faces but we danced until the place shut down. I remembered thinking he was the most gorgeous human I’d ever seen, and felt lucky he was even in my company. We stumbled to the taxi ranks and couldn’t stop laughing together, about anything and everything, about each others accents and each others costumes. We smiled so much our cheeks were hurting and my heart was thumping and my stomach was flipping because he was so god damn wonderful. We then shared a drunken intimate kiss that lasted until my cab beeped me to get in. 5 months later he’s now my boyfriend, and I’m going over to Ireland with him to meet his family soon. That’s some Irish luck for you.