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[communismkills]

Apparently, I’m the ugliest person on Tumblr.

This is apparently uglier than all of the obese women with septum piercings and shaved heads:

[dongboss]

stop trying to photoshop yourself to look better we all Seen the real picture 

[idontcomebyoften]

Why u face look like that tho.

[kitsn0w]

[polykowiak]

Fei Fei Sun at Miu Miu Fall 2011

[chelseaperetti]

Rami Malek at the 73rd Annual Golden Globe Awards

[a-k-edwards]

8/19/2016 – somewhere in switzerland

[harleyqquinn]

[inefekt69]

Namba - Osaka, Japan

[communismkills]

Another reason why I always hated movies, even growing up, is that I hated how predictable everything is in a movie. You know the good guys are always going to win, especially in a children’s movie. You know the main characters are going to get together. That’s just how it is.

Apparently, this makes me ~emo~ or something, but I’ve only really enjoyed very dark films. But I guess that’s just how I am, too. I don’t laugh at people getting hurt by falling off a chair, I laugh at genocide jokes.

[communismkills-says]

[alegbra-deactivated20150724]

*middle schooler voice* my humor is like….. really messed up…. like I laugh at really Fucked up stuff….. im just Fucked Up dude….

[cosmicmachinery-deactivated2018]

Welcome to my twisted mind

[ashtrayolsen]

[okaymad]

[girlblockhim-deactivated2018110]

I think we’re over-realising 

[a-sakuras]

[aprettyokaydude-deactivated2019]

stop saying ‘policeman/policewoman’

just use the gender neutral term, “pig”

[pagewoman]

When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in it in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad; and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over, and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries

Kenneth Grahame - The Wind in the Willows (via pagewoman)

[maxandersson]

[whisqrs]

*lightning strikes in front of me in public* 

a girl: that was so scary!! 

me: *shakes head* was just a cheap jump scare.. not true horror

[localfag-deactivated20160506]

one of the things Kylie Jenner should realize in 2016 is that she’s white