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nicedildo:

when you finally get a car but your friends want to drive it

image

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baggier:

THIS IS WORSE THAN THE MUG GIRL

(via stuning)

The axe forgets; the tree remembers.

African proverb (via futurepharaohs)

This is a Zimbabwean proverb from the Shona tribe, meaning that a person who harms another or borrows from someone will often forget, but the person who is harmed or borrowed from will always remember.

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msfrannyglass:

this changed my life

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coffeepeople:

Don’t be romantically involved with someone who won’t straighten your hair for you when you’re too lazy to do it yourself. 

(via msfrannyglass)

creativelylostinneverland:

madelinelime:

When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit. 

That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.

Preach

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straight couple: *make out in public at random intervals in weird places*
straight couple: *grabs each other's asses in public*
straight couple: *are not in any way inconspicuous about the fact that they are feeling each other up in public*
gay couple: *holds hands in public*
straight people: that is VILE and it is CORRUPTING my entire FAMILY. my grandmother is crying. my children have all shit their pants at the same time. WHO WILL THINK OF THE CHILDREN

bigbardafree:

you know that stage you went through where you hated being a girl and you just resented yourself and everything having to do with girly things because you were so sick of pink and barbies being pushed on you so you like full force rejected that shit and you were just so full of hate and vitriol at anything even the slightest bit “girly” yeah gender norms will fuck you up

(via msfrannyglass)

& anyway, isn’t this what the body
was made for? In each photograph
she is a dandelion at the birth
of a tornado, granting heaven
its every furious wish. To see
her move - the stuttering ballet, machine
gun scripture inked into the muscles
of her legs, is to know the body, at last,
as not a conduit for prayer, but prayer
itself.

Jeremy Radin, “St. Vincent Live at the Wiltern,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir (via bostonpoetryslam)
flashon-flashoff:

did you cry?
- Georgia Brawn

flashon-flashoff:

did you cry?

- Georgia Brawn

(via childethehunter)

kaitdee:

I FUCKING LOVE YOU

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