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hatfullofsky:

You think you’re going to be hip and teen forever and then suddenly you find yourself drinking red wine and playing board games and lusting after men with beards 

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corporalclean:

hyooman:

theboywhofangirled:

queensoucouyant:

notforbreakfast:

The Font Conference. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3k5oY9AHHM

i need to know what comic sans would look like

Watch the video.

Oh my frickin shit

wingdings is making me grow abs

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thedorkiestviking:

Bubba was my best good friend.

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deanisanactualprincess:

kevinssecretplace4546:

justanotherklainer:

baptisms:

do puppets realize they’re always being anally fisted

 i though it said puppies and was concerned

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JEFF DUNHAM EVERYBODY

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sexualremarks:

WHY DO PARENTS ALWAYS RUIN YOUR DAY AND THEN ACT LIKE THEY DIDNT RUIN YOUR DAY AND WONDER WHY YOURE IN A BAD MOOD

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lift-for-life:

eatclean—getfit:

boston-strong-forever:

We assume these are hockey players.

HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE 

"Teamwork makes the dream work"

lift-for-life:

eatclean—getfit:

boston-strong-forever:

We assume these are hockey players.

HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE 

"Teamwork makes the dream work"

(via flowerr-powerrr)

fuck-benedict-cumberbatch:

hey friend. one day ur gonna be happy. one day ur gonna be sitting w someone u love in ur favourite place in the world and ur gonna think “wow. life is p great” and everything will be okay. but u gotta make it til then okay? just hang in there. u’ll be okay.

(via liketheres--notomorrow)

There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via mediwriter)

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