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croutoncat:

remember gotye

now he’s just somebody that we used to know

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tastefullyoffensive:

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right-in-the-destiel:

so I was watching supernatural with the subtitles on and then..
You too, Booby
BOOBY
I’m so done.

right-in-the-destiel:

so I was watching supernatural with the subtitles on and then..

You too, Booby

BOOBY

I’m so done.

(Source: bowlegged-beauty, via lulz-time)

congalineofdurin:





dear god, let it be enough

congalineofdurin:

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dear god, let it be enough

(Source: marxist-gallifreyan, via my-middle-name-is-awkward)

Sansa Stark Appreciation Week - Day 2: Favourite traits

(Source: elizabetbennet, via queenmisamisa)

favourite the lego movie quotes (1/2)

(Source: peterquill, via missmichellebelle)

"

Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”

I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.

The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.

The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?

The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.

People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?

I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?

Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”

No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.

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Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via littlejaw)

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newfluffytown:

Community
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Guys, look in your hearts and answer this question honestly- what’s more likely? That someone in this group doesn’t belong in this group or ghosts? If we have to choose between turning on each other or pinning it on some specter with unfinished, pen-related business, I’m sorry, but my money’s on ghost.

make me choose
↳ taystee or poussey (asked by mybodywakesup)

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