there’s been some confusion, for you see my crewmate is
I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS ALL MY LIFE OH MY GOD
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You're alive—isn't it a miracle?
Lest you forget me, here I am.
Should you like to know me, here I am: livingtoperform.tumblr.com
Should you like to know me, here I am: livingtoperform.tumblr.com
2383Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 Followed by this.
FUCKING THANK YOU.
yeah so
i got distracted in driver’s ed
shit
are you fucking kidding me.
woah
when i get distracted
Fucking hell
D: THATS AMAZING
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because Cosmo gives u the best advices in life. true story.
A3 prints for MCM london!
50 ways to own him …. do tell!
Omfg
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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
lamp
guaranteed to make your friends shit themselves
I have a mighty need
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Crying of laughter because of what this kid just tweeted
I shouldnt be laughing as hard as I currently am hahahhahahahahah
my french teacher is awesome.
Do you. bite your thumb. at us, sir? I do bite. my thumb, sir. DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT US, SIR? Is the law of our side, if I say ay? No. NO, SIR, I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU, SIR, BUT I BITE MY THUMB, SIR. DO YOU QUARREL, SIR? QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
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The Breakfast Club. 1985. The greatest ending to any movie ever. This song launched Simple Minds in the US. Could have been a Billy Idol song, but he turned it down. Idiot. Perfectly sums up the movie. It’s equally beautiful and sad.
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turtle cosies
HELPHELP HELP MEEE HELP
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING OF EVER
HELP
…someone needs to knit these for Clyde.
turtles and reptiles give me the creeps because I see them as being super close to dinasors and I have this crazy belief that they can turn on you at any moment, but I will admit that these pics are very cute for turtle lovers.
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Well now, Thor.
Who do you think you are, Captain Hammer?
Alrighty then.
#thehammerismypenis
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