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music enthusiast. avid reader. mommy. professional mess maker. shitty best friend. closet dancer. Hail Hydra

face-down-asgard-up:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:



I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

face-down-asgard-up:

downto142:

frettedtoflame:

renrevenge:

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OMGGGGGG THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE 90S TO ROMANTICIZED BY NON-90S KIDS FUCK

I feel like a legend.

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tenth doctor + season four

askstripes:

breathingtimemachine:

markdoesstuff:

worth every second

Wow

Fun with laser pointers.

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slut-jared:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

epicukulelesolo:

This is literally the stupidest comic I have ever made and I’m not even sorry



WE DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT THAT 

slut-jared:

the-fandoms-are-cool:

epicukulelesolo:

This is literally the stupidest comic I have ever made and I’m not even sorry

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WE DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT THAT 

islandofmisfityouths:

batcii:

 

FIFTY SHADES OF CANT EVEN

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

smells-like-emo:

phantasmicphasm:

I don’t know what he’s doing, but Brendon Urie last night at the APMAS

he’s waiting for someone to close to goddamn door

smells-like-emo:

phantasmicphasm:

I don’t know what he’s doing, but Brendon Urie last night at the APMAS

he’s waiting for someone to close to goddamn door

charminglyantiquated:

a little love story about mermaids and tattoos