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waspberries

radiolightning

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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i will reblog this everytime it shows up because any of my followers could have a bad night right now

tannyroux

henlogeorgie

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people's asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but its nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. <3 I seriously chose you for this because you truly are beautiful and I think you deserve to be treated like a queen because thats what you are whether you believe it or not. I think you deserve life and happiness. i love you.

I don't even know what to say without sounding cold this means so much bless u 100%

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shiestypooh

ITS TRANSPARENT YOU JUST CAUGHT MY BLOG.

ultraisticc-blog

Everyone needs a transparent pokeball on your blog, you just have to.

heartoftheuntoldstory

powderedbones

she didn't say that??! did she?

clementinevonradics

I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned. II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger. III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth. IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation. V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me. VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)