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thebootydiaries

gets me every time ;(

popcornfunction

lunnefisk

you can actually see him go through all five stages of grief

butchbulbasaur

Me, dissociating: guys i found that hack that lets you into 3rd person view

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newjaxxcity

i hate each one of these kids individually and in alphabetical order.

rhaenyrastormborn

Trump supporters when people call them out on their racism

felassan

mirandaputsherbestbuttforward

knight-enchanter:

Sarah and Scott Ryder covers, side by side [x]

lesbianrey

thank god n7 armor conforms to my feminine 20 inch waist

manystarredface

And gives my boobs little hatches, i mean we wouldnt want my boobs to NOT have little hatches they could escape thru before the rest of the body dies

astrologanize

if you have a first or tenth house in a FIRE sign, you probably have the tendency to be a perpetual narcissist

like if you’ve ever seen the really popular birb tweets, that’s what life is like with a fire angular house

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THE TWELVE DAYS OF THE ZODIAC SIGNS

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY ARIES GAVE TO ME

A cherry bomb on my doorstep.

ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TAURUS GAVE TO ME

Two nasty glares and one stubborn streak.

ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY GEMINI GAVE TO ME

Three (hundred) open tabs, two chemical experiments, and one debate.

ON THE FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY CANCER GAVE TO ME

Four empty boxes of tissues, three boxes of cookies, two personalities, and one I Heart Mom tattoo.

ON THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY LEO GAVE TO ME

Five temper tantrums, four purrs, three whines, two cuddles, and one big argument.

ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY VIRGO GAVE TO ME

Six cleaning wipes, five nags, four diet plans, three bottles of bleach, two garbage bags, and one toilet scrubber.

ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY LIBRA GAVE TO ME

Seven changed minds, six bathroom breaks, five credit card bills, four designer brands, three drunk texts, two lovers, and one broken heart.

ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY SCORPIO GAVE TO ME

Eight death threats, seven pocket knives, six questionable website links, five craigslist ads, four disposable phones, three encryption codes, two broken bones, and one wild night.

ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY SAGITTARIUS GAVE TO ME

Nine spider species, eight drunken stupors, seven bank robberies, six albums of The Doors, five philosophical quotes, four arsons, three existential crises, two tears, and one stupid smile.

ON THE TENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY CAPRICORN GAVE TO ME

Ten to-do lists, nine screams, eight coupons, seven chores, six bouts of passive aggressiveness, five silent treatments, four sarcastic remarks, three sneers, two eye rolls, and one migraine

ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY AQUARIUS GAVE TO ME

Eleven conspiracy theories, ten questionable tattoos, nine mind games, eight robotic expressions, seven fake feelings, six unfinished projects, five invention ideas, four lab coats, three feelings, two cryptic texts, and one brutally honest statement.

ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY PISCES GAVE TO ME

Twelve prescription drugs, eleven glitter bottles, ten personal issues, nine booty calls, eight dead plants, seven knitted blankets, six odd fantasies, five “it’s not my fault!”, four stolen necklaces, three therapists, two art projects, and one true friend.

thetenderpassion

maneki-kat

It gets funnier the earlier in the semester you reblog it

star-anise

The most valuable thing I learned doing a Masters degree with depression, anxiety and ADHD was to change my “things I’m bad at” list to “things I can’t do on my own.” Stop thinking of them as things I could do if I tried hard enough, and accept that I can’t accomplish them by effort and willpower alone; they’re genuine neurocognitive deficits, and if I need to do the thing, then just like a blind person reading or a mobility impaired person going up a storey in a building, I need to find a different method.

I’m “bad at” working on long-term projects without an imminent deadline or someone breathing down my neck? Okay, let’s change that: I can’t work on long-term projects without an imminent deadline and someone breathing down my neck. So let’s create an imminent deadline and recruit neck-breathers. Find a sympathetic prof who will agree that 3 weeks before the due date they expect me to show them my preliminary notes and bibliography. Get a friend I trust to block off an hour to sit with me and keep asking, “Are you working on your project?” Write a blog post about my progress. Arrange to trade papers and proofread them with another student.

Accept your limitations and learn to leverage them, instead of buying the neurotypical fairytale that they’ll go away if you just try hard enough.

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I needed this so much.

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An infinite number of $1 bills and an infinite number of $20 bills would be worth the same

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nymphodeces

why does dennys have a tumblr

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why do you

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thetrippytrip

When you come back woke

jlbi245

Daaaamn

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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.

cheercaptain

honestly YES lúcio is a very good person and a very sweet person but please also remember he is a fucking revolutionary who staged a presumably violent rebellion against an oppressive company and successfully drove them out.

like yes he’s nice but he is not a pushover by any means. lúcio correia dos santos will fight for what he believes in and he will win.

davidfosterflawless-deactivated

i always think these posts are about real people and i wonder how this piece of news escaped me but then i look it up and realize yall are just really serious about video games