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awkwardvagina:

so me and my dad are watching a documentary about a man that killed his children and the presenter turned to the camera and said ‘how could anyone ever think about killing their child’ and my dad sat there looking straight at the tv and said ‘trust me its not difficult’ he then looked at me and sighed

13 Aug 16:58
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calliedope:

when will my master return from the supermarket

13 Aug 16:44
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Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’
Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via hate)
12 Aug 19:43
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

The arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

-Walt Whitman.

RIP my Captain.

(via candyrevolver)

12 Aug 16:57
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reallyjustmadmaninabox:

Dramatic pauses

Love how the Doctor and Barty are in the same photoset representing two different characters

6 Aug 18:55
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unamusedsloth:

Glitches in the matrix.

I’m freaking out

What…

6 Aug 18:08
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bitcorn:

just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism

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spoken-not-written:

WAKE UP AMERICA.

THESE ARE ‘WAFFLE FRIES’

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THESE ARE POTATO WAFFLES

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YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON POTATO WAFFLES AS WELL AS FREE HEALTH SERVICE AND ME. I PITY YOU.

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johannarnason:

johannarnason:

where does fred weasley shop?

forever 21

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