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you’re the only one who understands me google

i tried to scroll past i really did
(via pornstarsykes)
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My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
Nailed it.
(via pornstarsykes)
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Me: *sees book store* *looks to friend* *shuffles towards bookstore*
Friend: no.
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my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
(via cableknitsocks)
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Would people be as comfortable buying meat if the date the animal was KILLED was displayed alongside the ‘best before’ date? Consumers should remember that meat is the dead flesh from a once living breathing sentient animal who didn’t want to die.
actually i would feel more comfortable. it would make choosing fresher meat easier. thats a very good idea.
when vegan ideas backfire completely
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tall:
look at that guy on the left he is so photogenic i bet there is a stock photo of him laughing with a salad

fixed that for you
oh my god i found the post that started it all
oh my god my blog is now complete
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Can we take a moment to appreciate the Owl City twitter account





























(via sivaladiva)
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AMEN
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Can you guys imagine what Jace and Simon would act like if they were forced to hang out like Izzy and Clary went out and Alec and Magnus were out shopping and Jordan and Maia were doing shit?
Jace: Hey, hey Simon.
Simon: ...
Jace: Simon.
Simon: ....
Jace: Simon, vampire boy
Simon: ...
Jace: SIIIIIMOOOOOON
Simon: Jace, WTF do you want?
Jace: I bet my mango is bigger than yours
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roses are red
tumblr is blue
nobody likes you
so fuck off yahoo
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(via ihuggedmikeyway)
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How many fans of Benedict Cumberbatch are on tumblr?
Reblog if you are a Cumberbabe, Cumberbitch, member of the Cumbercollective etc.


