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mspaintadventuring:

pawtism:

helioscentrifuge:

breastforce:

imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.

each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived 

STOP RIGHT THERE

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imageahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only 1/4th of that room or something!!!!

the wedding photo hurts the most

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sometimes-cats:

Bohemian Rhapsody is no one’s favorite song, but also everyone’s favorite song. Like, when someone asks what your favorite song is you never say Bohemian Rhapsody but when it starts playing on the radio I am pretty sure you crank it up and belt out every single lyric and you don’t even care you’re so proud.

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10knotes:

~Let’s chill in my Hippie Van~
✧

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

10knotes:

~Let’s chill in my Hippie Van~

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

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fuck-yeah-feminist:

Neither can we, my badass friend. Neither can we.

fuck-yeah-feminist:

Neither can we, my badass friend. Neither can we.

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lexlifts:

thornsandwillows:

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

this fucking hit me like a fucking train 

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captain-boomerang:

captain-boomerang:

check out this periodic table

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I have made a lot of bad jokes but this is still probably my greatest hit

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ladygagarbage:

when you masturbate twice on the same day

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