Friend: what time do you usually go to bed?
Me: 10:30ish sometimes 4

popularboyfriend:

wow i really like this song i think i’m gonna listen to it 1 maybe 60 more times

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youngpreciosa:

me 2 seconds into the previews 

youngpreciosa:

me 2 seconds into the previews 

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tyleroakley:

all you could ever need in a book

tyleroakley:

all you could ever need in a book

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Everyday Objects Made Unusable by Giuseppe Colarusso

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mikelotic:

Yaaaaaas bitch you brush that cabbage

and goodnight!

mikelotic:

Yaaaaaas bitch you brush that cabbage

and goodnight!

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i-would-be-forever-by-your-side:

thehighwayphantom:

gingerbrownies:

Titanic conspiracy exposed



Head canon: Accepted

i-would-be-forever-by-your-side:

thehighwayphantom:

gingerbrownies:

Titanic conspiracy exposed

image

Head canon: Accepted

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kruegur:

reblog if u were a salad fingers stan

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tomoatmeal:

I know the carwash scares the dog, but tough shit. It scares me, too.  
The mechanism drags our vehicle in and I scream, “We’re going to die!”
The dog whimpers and barks.
"I’ve changed my mind!" I yell.  "Oh god, let me out!"  I use my fingers to pry at the closed windows, but it’s no use. We’re trapped in a tornado of escalating panic. My loss of control makes it worse for the dog and vice versa.
I know that in this space, the relationship between the dog and I is toxic, but he’s my friend and we’re supposed to see a movie later.
I vomit and beg the dog to kill me. I even take his little paws and manually place them on my throat, but either he’s not smart enough to understand strangulation or he fears that my death will force him to surrender a lifestyle he’s grown accustomed to.
At long last, daylight. The nightmare is over. The dog and I bolt out of the car and race over to a patch of grass next to the vending machines.
We embrace.  There are some things we need to work on, but not today.

tomoatmeal:

I know the carwash scares the dog, but tough shit. It scares me, too. 

The mechanism drags our vehicle in and I scream, “We’re going to die!”

The dog whimpers and barks.

"I’ve changed my mind!" I yell.  "Oh god, let me out!"  I use my fingers to pry at the closed windows, but it’s no use. We’re trapped in a tornado of escalating panic. My loss of control makes it worse for the dog and vice versa.

I know that in this space, the relationship between the dog and I is toxic, but he’s my friend and we’re supposed to see a movie later.

I vomit and beg the dog to kill me. I even take his little paws and manually place them on my throat, but either he’s not smart enough to understand strangulation or he fears that my death will force him to surrender a lifestyle he’s grown accustomed to.

At long last, daylight. The nightmare is over. The dog and I bolt out of the car and race over to a patch of grass next to the vending machines.

We embrace.  There are some things we need to work on, but not today.

(Source: tomoatmeal, via psyducked)

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