inheritedloss:

vulpes-vulpix:

qtiest:

ya but have u ever seen brown eyes when they’re in the sun??? they literally turn gold like screw those lame ass blue and green motherfuckers gettin all the love

excuse you, my eyes are blue and in the sun they get a steely gray glint just around the pupil and they look pretty damn awesome.

You:

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the-time-goddess-of-221b:

smoochlock:

so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and

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i’m fucking crying 

it says ‘no.’

it literally says NO.

oh my god



decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.


safaribrowser:

emoij:

when your friend has a really shitty opinion 

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When your significant other chooses a bee over you

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slackerlackermotivation:

needs to be put up in every school 

slackerlackermotivation:

needs to be put up in every school 


pbbbtht:


I am afraid

pbbbtht:

I am afraid



guy:

sometimes i forget how old i am and i try to do things i used to do as a kid and i just

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skiinnysuicide:

sophiealdred:

astoldbygengar:

lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.

disclaimer: this does not apply to children you have made

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greathaircut:

i cant wait to get a boyfriend, im all prepared. i punched some holes in the lid of this jar and i put some grass and a twig in it


thirdeyesviews:

kelseykels:

the ballad of the salad


Is this Coachella?

thirdeyesviews:

kelseykels:

the ballad of the salad

Is this Coachella?