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August 05 2017

dirkar:

I didn’t realize how much spongebob I really knew until y'all started posting captioned screenshots and I could fully reconstruct both the visual and auditory situations of each and every goddamn one. Can’t study for History of the English Language but by fuck do I remember what that one voice actor of that one fish from that one episode sounds like to the damn syllable.

birdonahotdog:

contrary to social media developers’ beliefs i have literally never once wanted to see posts in anything other than chronological order

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vivid-ellipses:

fadingsuggestion:

Fuck anyone who says I have to forgive everyone, “for my sake.” I worked hard for this anger. I worked hard to love myself enough to hate them.

Shit, yeah, this is a thing that is hard to articulate. Some people don’t feel healed by forgiving the people who hurt them, because that’s what they kept doing over and over and it only led to getting more hurt. Sometimes you feel healed when you’re finally brave enough to say “This person was horrible to me, and I did not deserve that treatment, and I don’t have to be okay with it.”

bisexualfredandrews:

bhreac:

Remember when we had to read fanfiction on our desktops… Not even laptops. having to get get plopped down in the family computer room to pull up your naruto and yugioh self insert stories on lunaescence archives and fanfiction dot net with god & everyone watching you.

the dark ages

boobs-and-blondes:

Do you ever just realize how not okay you are? Like you’re fine for a little and then it just hits you and you’re overwhelmed with sadness and you’re just sitting there like “oh… ok”

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August 04 2017

memosfromakutagawa:

minigenos:

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minigenos:

I caught 3 Magikarp today only 98 more to go.ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Update: Much progress today! I now have 55 out of the 400 Magikarp Candies needed to evolve one of these fuckers. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ



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115/400

WOOOAAA-OOOAAHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THEERRREE

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223/400




✌️

A stirring and inspiring journey that shows anyone can achieve their dreams, 10/10, would read again

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hastaluegoputas:

miseducatedmelanicmuse:

Very true!!

Why you even hanging out with those kind of people?

bill-pd:

i cant believe that there might be millions of possible alternate universes and i got stuck in one where my fuckign brain is Broken

whatisthismommy:

Me hunting with my vampire friends: cracking open a boy with the cold ones

August 03 2017

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spideycentral:

#nailed it

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fadetojetblack:

I’M SCREAMING

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red-paintedwrists:

Have you ever met someone and grow attached to them and think “it’s gonna hurt real bad when they leave”

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surprisebitch:

south or southeast asia

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dilfgosh:

bruhtography:

feed him

he is deciding

August 02 2017

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iguanamouth:

yeah alright. alright yeah yeah sure ok yeah alright sure

dreamerinsilico:

derinthemadscientist:

hipsterkittypostingteenybopper:

Re: Purge.

If everything was legal for like twenty-four hours I’d start a communal garden.

This is barely even hyperbole.

I would legit start a communal garden with whoever wanted to join me.

I think that would be fucking dope.

Rewrite of The Purge where, for 24 hours, people hurriedly complete all those renovations and projects that the council forbids. Helen, leader of the PTA, laughs maniacally as she tears grass from her lawn with a pitchfork, her thirteen-year-old daughter Emily’s arms red with mud as she wades through the carnage, planting thyme. Jack and Mitch have left their friendly smiles behind at the RSL; today their faces show only grim determination as they methodically shovel gravel into potholes and pour bitumen. The local biker gang, gathered on the corner, are the most rambunctious of the mischief-makers, whooping and hollering as nail guns are driven into plywood, assembling miniature by-the-road shelters for the homeless to rest on cold nights. Their noise covers the sounds of Katy and Sam moving from street to street with their trolleys, picking up unsold or unwanted food from houses and restaurants to give to the hungry without fear of taxation or food safety reprisals. They’re young, and still scared of being caught.

But there’s no one to catch them. Not tonight. 

…You know you live in a dystopian capitalist hellscape when….

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