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lampsarepeopletoo: this is the greatest picture ive ever seen

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:14:07 +0100

lampsarepeopletoo:

this is the greatest picture ive ever seen

I want to be Mrs Hiddleston

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:08:06 +0100

I want to be Mrs Hiddleston

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Mon, 20 May 2013 10:00:11 +0100

That’s my kind o’ biscuit

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:55:38 +0100

That’s my kind o’ biscuit

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:45:16 +0100

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:24:44 +0100

ghdos: ghdos: -el-: ghdos: flowersundefiled: lovecy: i...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:20:30 +0100

ghdos:

ghdos:

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ghdos:

flowersundefiled:

lovecy:

i will forever reblog this

he’s like “i will have NONE of ur shit today!”

LMFAOOOOOOOO!!!

Did this nigga just excused himself? lol

I know I just reblogged this but this shit gets funnier every time I look at it.

“Bitch, why is you touching me? You know what? I can’t deal with no more. I’m outta here. I ain’t got time for this fuckshit.”

This is STILL hilarious to me.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 09:07:08 +0100

accepted-nerdom: i-am-fangirl-hear-me-squeel: usually I love...

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:02:27 +0100

accepted-nerdom:

i-am-fangirl-hear-me-squeel:

usually

I love how Drake loses it

z1c: being 20+ on tumblr

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:01:16 +0100

z1c:

being 20+ on tumblr

I think that if I were a pokémon I'd be a psyduck

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:58:05 +0100

lmeg9:

penguinhumor:

trying to socialize with friends

getting a compliment

new episode of my favorite show

responsibilities

life

whoever made this, I love you

crashtotakeachance: squareclocks: I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:55:03 +0100

crashtotakeachance:

squareclocks:

I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.

Every day

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Mon, 20 May 2013 08:54:18 +0100

repeating-serenity: my little brother wrote about me for school and this was one of the sentences...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:54:08 +0100

repeating-serenity:

my little brother wrote about me for school and this was one of the sentences he wrote. im sobbing “my sister is my role model because she can watch 12 years worth of law and order in 3 months”

fuckyeahironfey: tastefullyoffensive: 9 Cats Taking Selfies 7...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:52:05 +0100

fuckyeahironfey:

tastefullyoffensive:

9 Cats Taking Selfies

7 is my fave

beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:50:27 +0100

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”