campbeaw:

This thing is incredible.

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dropdeadesu:

aragaki:

i don’t get this. why does this have so many notes. does it have to do with the type of ice cream? Napoleon ice cream? Napoleon Bonaparte? is that Napoleon Bonaparte’s hand?

nobody explain

dropdeadesu:

aragaki:

i don’t get this. why does this have so many notes. does it have to do with the type of ice cream? Napoleon ice cream? Napoleon Bonaparte? is that Napoleon Bonaparte’s hand?

nobody explain

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timothydelaghetto:

owl-vortex:

10 things our kids will never understand…

Wow… this shit hit me EXTRA hard cuz Greenday’s Dookie (The CD booklet pictured) is the first CD I purchased with my own money from the store, and I remember reading that exact page to learn those lyrics. fuuuuuhhh lol

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nocigr:

ea5e95:

Love this film. But the title is wrong. It should be called Cameron’s Day Off.
My friend (who was named after this Cameron) told me to watch it over sometime but, to think of it like Fight Club. Ferris Bueller don’t exist. Nor does any of the things that happen in his life. It’s why he can do anything; like a cartoon character. Ferris is Cameron’s ego. Ferris is who Cameron wants to be. Just watched it for the first time in a while with this in mind; WOW blew me away!

DAMN

nocigr:

ea5e95:

Love this film. But the title is wrong. It should be called Cameron’s Day Off.

My friend (who was named after this Cameron) told me to watch it over sometime but, to think of it like Fight Club. Ferris Bueller don’t exist. Nor does any of the things that happen in his life. It’s why he can do anything; like a cartoon character. Ferris is Cameron’s ego. Ferris is who Cameron wants to be. Just watched it for the first time in a while with this in mind; WOW blew me away!

DAMN

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matureresponsibleadult:

sassking-trevor:

Bob and the deli guy.

#i had to make this just so i could watch it whenever i wanted #i just fucking love that it’s not played off like the usual gay panic joke #this rly exemplifies the humor of the show for me and why I love it so much #it’s akward and weird but never EVER mean #the important misunderstanding in this situation isn’t Bob’s sexuality; it’s the reason why he keeps buying turkeys #like he’s def more concerned that this deli guy thinks he’s not a real cook than he is about being hit on

Not to mention that he said he’s straight and then says well kind of straight but that actually he’s married but if he wasn’t he would go for it except that he thinks the guy is way out of his league. Legit this is the best show ever! This is exactly how all kinds of sexualities should be dealt with in every show! This is what we want it’s amazing

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howtotalktogirlsatparties:

Fright Shark renames Pokemon.

Bahahahhahah

ruineshumaines:

Liz Climo on Tumblr.

Previoulsy: 1 - 2

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lalasdreambox:

jahjoma:

andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

🙇

lalasdreambox:

jahjoma:

andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

🙇

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Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via bewwbs)

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ifuckingguess:

ravedm:

ahh when you click it :)))

holy shit what is that seriously

ifuckingguess:

ravedm:

ahh when you click it :)))

holy shit what is that seriously

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timothydelaghetto:

larvitarse:

cobblestones-brokenbones:

okhaley:

127-lbs:

the-jackals:

tedbre:

thejamesboyle:

caluummhood:

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

I will fucking deck you

Whoooaaaa going through this on my phone was sweeeet

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Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.
I’ve never read something more relevant in my entire life. (via crybabyjpg)

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