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lesternyegaard:

earn31:

Harry Potter reading Harry Potter on the set of Harry Potter during shooting of Harry Potter.

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lesternyegaard:

earn31:

Harry Potter reading Harry Potter on the set of Harry Potter during shooting of Harry Potter.

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Reblogged from kindred-soul-s

“I want the awkward silences that really aren’t that awkward. I want to look at your from the passenger seat as you sing along to the radio and drive with only one arm. I want the late night drives to Maccas where i have to pay for half because you forgot your wallet. I want the late night pick-ups where you pick me up after a night out with my friends. Sometimes I’ll be tipsy and you’ll just laugh at me as I sing along to songs I’ve never heard. I want to pick you up at 3am, when you’re drunk and complaining, but still awake enough to thank me for being me. I want to drive you to your house and lay you down in bed and kiss you goodnight and cook you breakfast in the morning when your head hurts too much to even think. I want you to ask me what my friends were pointing at and I’ll just laugh, saying ‘I don’t know’ and you’ll shoot back at me, saying I do know, but I don’t want to tell you, which is half true; I don’t want to tell you so you’ll tease me a bit more. I want you to tease me about my driving, saying how I stalled an automatic when really I just turned the car off. I want to fight when you’re texting another girl, or when you forget to say happy birthday. I want to fight when I say I hate you getting drunk often and never paying for our food. I want you to scream at me and I want to run out of your house. I want to cry and have mascara pouring down my face when you chase after me, kissing me and holding me, telling me you’re sorry. I want to slap you and I want you to hate me for it. I want to say I’m sorry and kiss you and I want you to forgive me.
I want the teases, the late nights, the mocks, the laughs, the silences, the fights, the break-ups and the make-ups.

I want every inch of you. Your flaws and imperfections.

I want you.”

(via kindred-soul-s)

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Reblogged from fictionalfeather

I’ve discovered there’s a lot you can do inside haunted houses.

fictionalfeather:

For example, you can:

  • be in a shampoo commercial

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  • start a boy band:

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  • spot some choice booty:

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  • break into song:

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  • see some people in frankly offensive outfits:

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  • attend a metal show:

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  • listen to some sick jams:

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  • discover zombieism:

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  • sample some tasty snacks:

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  • watch someone get burned bad:

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  • find something you really like:

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  • find something you really, really like:

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  • find something you REALLY REALLY LIKE:

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  • and wonder if you left the stove on:

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Reblogged from surprisebitch

surprisebitch:

in French, another way to say “you’re my life” is “suce ma bite” :)

(Source: surprisebitch, via departured)

Reblogged from neonenjoysign
It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.
Ryan O’Connell, “You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s” (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

(Source: neonenjoysign, via youreinmyveins--youfuck)

Reblogged from rachellebutler
dad-rock-davos:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.
Source

all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

Beethoven didn’t even try

dad-rock-davos:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.

Source

all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

Beethoven didn’t even try

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Reblogged from unconvenience

unconvenience:

Know what’s on the menu? Me-n-u

(via departured)

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Reblogged from toptumbles

lady-sigyn-loki:

elasticitymudflap:

trickytavros:

seerofbuttcheeks:

theodorepython:

zartlila:

#FYI these are cats that had just been sedated at the vet

HOW DO LEGS WORK!?!

im gonna piss my fucking pants omg

[ I CAN’T BREATH]

MOTHER FUCKER CALL LIFE ALERT

Always Reblog

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Reblogged from cumfort

cumfort:

what if disney channel had a throwback week and all the old shows and movies were on it

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Reblogged from actuates
actuates:

I really don’t like my handwriting but I’m sharing this with you anyways

actuates:

I really don’t like my handwriting but I’m sharing this with you anyways

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Reblogged from most-awkward-moments

Trying to stay awake in a boring class

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Reblogged from kaliforhnia

kaliforhnia:

There’s always gonna be that one person that you can’t get out of your mind no matter how hard you try.

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Reblogged from considerthishippie

shuckl:

considerthishippie:

What is a flotation tank?

500 kg of Epsom salts are added to 1000 litres of water, creating a 30 cm deep solution, which is heated to 35.5 degrees C (skin temperature).

The temperature of the water means that once you are settled in the tank, it is virtually impossible to distinguish between parts of the body that are in contact with the water, and those that aren’t, in effect “fooling” the brain into believing that the person is floating in mid-air.

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