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hogwartskidsproblems

the-absolute-funniest-posts

alternate takes

sandorclegane

nevver

Third Rock from the Sun, Al Mefer

architecturalpearls

Riad Yasmine in Marrakesh, Morocco

succubarbie-deactivated20190205

i miss the era where rapist and pedophile men were rounded up and slaughtered at a festival in honor of the goddess artemis, protector of girls

bonepriestess

Bring this back for Spring 2018

bob-belcher

louder for the people at the back

mcavoy

everyday i think about how frank sinatra tried using his mafia ties to kill woody allen and i wanna know who the fuck stopped him.

faggottt

emfile

BILLIE IS THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN TO CHARMED.

THAT’S ALL.

#CHARMED

roane72

Mark and the 30 year old sweater (x)

humansofnewyork

“My mother’s friends say that I’m just like her. She died of breast cancer when I was two years old. I had to grow up fast because my father was always working and seldom around. I was doing my own laundry at the age of seven. I figured the puberty thing out on my own. During high school, I’d leave for entire weekends without my dad even asking where I’d been. Then one year at Thanksgiving, my aunt told me that my mother had left me a letter and a video. She got so angry when I told her I’d never gotten it. I confronted my Dad about it, and he said that he ‘remembered something like that.’ He drove me to a safety deposit box—but the box was empty. He couldn’t remember what happened. He had one job. One thing that would mean more to me than anything else, and he couldn’t do it. My mom’s friends always tell me: ‘She would be so proud of you,’ or ‘She was so in love with you. But that’s not the same. It’s not the same as something directly from her. Something she made especially for me. Just one thing that actually says: ‘This is how much I love you.’”