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every july. every fucking july this post gets reblogged to shit. why. why does this god forsaken website love egg. i gave egg a voice in 2013 and it always comes back. i try to forget egg. i bury egg as far as i can but somehow someone always finds fucking egg post. this post could be dead for months but it always managed to come back like some sort of zombie egg. enough egg. no more egg. fuck eg

eggswheretheyshouldntbe

The one. True. God

mogarandh1d4l90

how many suhs could a suh dude suh if a suh dude could suh, dude? A suhn, dude.

minnieandnoir

😂😂😂 I’m stupid

The Last First Day of My Life.

On June 29th, 2018, the first guy I fell in love with passed away at the young age of 24. When news got to me the next day, I felt the air thicken, and then shatter all around me. It had to be a cruel joke, right? A few minutes later, the tears began. Like John Green said, it happed like you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once. I felt as if my core has been hit by a bus. He was gone, forever this time. On the four year anniversary of the first time we started dating, 6/29/14. I’d watch him walk out of my life so many times. Then, I’d reel him back in. Then, he’d leave again. He was a light in The Void, an old soul who was too big for this world. I once loved him more than I loved myself. As I pick up these pieces he left behind, I’m filled with pride. I got to know him. I got to love him and be loved by him. At least I still have that.

#personal #nick #update #personal update

oneman-wolfpackk

I know you’re tired bitch but keep fucking going

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Just saw a guy with a league of Legends hoodie…… bye

altonzm-deactivated20170213

ok but hun…you recognised it

pro-gay-deactivated20170112

I hate this post

One Direction is drifting away as my adulthood eases into the horizon.

#im sad #me #personal #one direction #1d truth

oknope

would you rather eat for free for a year or get new clothes for free for a year?

minnieandnoir

Clothes. I'd sell them hoes for food too. Lmao. Naimsayin?

Just fitting the puzzle pieces..

*"End of the Day" Larry duet*:

[Grease]: "You're the one that I want..

[Harry's weird phrase]: ..at the end of the day!"

tomlinstyler

I knew this post was coming one day

Please listen to one direction like you say you do and tell me… What is a repeated theme in their music? I’ll answer it for you since I just listened to the whole album. In the latest, it’s about everlasting love, nautica, tattoos, hiding, being STRONG, holding on yatta yatta. Please tell me which girlfriend you think these songs are about… With a whole lotta history? Still going strong. My man, Larry is real if you LISTEN TO DA FRACKING MUSIC, MY BOI.

tillerboomin

He went all out for his girl

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SO CUTE!

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💕💕💕

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I can’t believe they got married right there in their own school.

tyleroakley

these kids piggybacking the spectacle

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Money is the anthem of success, so put on Mascara, and your Party dress.

desertqueenfuriosa

People actually expect me to believe that if you throw a group of only one sex inside a fucking maze with no memories, no social, cultural or religious discourses forced upon them, no outside influences of any kind for years and years with only each other to grow close too, trust, survive with, protect, build with, bond with etc.

That eVERY SINGLE ONE WOULD END UP STRAIGHT??????!??!!

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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

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Originally posted by disneyasastrology

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BWAHAHAHAHAH.

kvothe-kingkiller

the way i learned this, it was always told through spoken word. And you’d do the door thing for ages. AGES. literally just making up any old material. ‘behind the foam door is a door made of spinach’ that kind of shit. Go on until whoever is listening has already begged you to stop and has now gone on to pleading, clutching your shirt on their knees pleading. And when you finally said the last line? People went fucking nuts Like there was a good chance of just getting the teeth knocked out of you after telling that joke.

A friend of mine did that shit for 30 minutes on a camp once. The entire fucking bus just exploded in anger when she finished. It was a fucking massacre.

#ref