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rorasaysrawr:

Don’t ever take advantage of the fact that someones there for you and loves you.
You never known when it’ll be their last day, on earth or in your life.

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You never really know a girl until you talk to her four in the morning. All day she masks behind books, make up, pretty clothes, an attitude, and the fakest of smiles. But in the darkest parts of the night and the earliest parts of the morning, she breaks from her shell and opens her heart. The beat changes, her voices’ medley trembles, her eyes bat away tears. You never really know a girl until you speak to her soul, four in the morning.  

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psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

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orneryboy:

breewriteswords:

wellthatsclever:

Full Article

wowww. and I always thought it was so romantic.

I always reblog this because for every one person who understands the true story behind this picture there’s about 50 who don’t.

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zerust:

initiala:

So here’s some backstory.

In… 2009, I got this idea. “What if we blew up like, 2010 balloons and filled a room with them for New Year’s?”

I proposed this to some friends. After the initial “ARE YOU CRAZY? NO!” I get a call a few hours later that goes “So I found a website where you can buy a ton of balloons for really cheap.”

Fast forward to now, and it has become a tradition. My friends and I spend a few days blowing up about 2050 balloons (we always do some extra because poppage does happen) and we number however many the year will be. Hence, this year we numbered up to 2013. And we fill a room and turn it into a giant, static-y ball pit. It’s enormous fun, and when you turn the lights out and get under the sea of balloons, you can see all the static zipping about. (we keep it all in with plastic on the doors and velcro)

We hang up the current year balloon, and the new year balloon, and at midnight we pop the old year balloon to send it out with a bang, as it were.

And then at like, 1am we start popping the others to clean up, and hope the neighbors don’t call the police.

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tastefullyoffensive:

Circle of Fear

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mishafer:

forfuturereferenceonly:

hotwhiteguy:

princelatifah:

porn sites should be .cum

more like .orgy

Porn sites shouldn’t exist in the first place.

You know half of Tumblr is a porn site right.

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Imagine if you called a wrong number, and the person you called was a celebrity

queen-of-bliss:

queen-of-bliss:

forsciencejohn:

pwopermaizito:

thechosenone305:

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

-Hello? Mom?

-No. This is Darren Criss. 

“Hey, sis! What’s up?
“Sis? This is Benedict.”

“Mom, can you pick me up?”

“Mom? It’s Misha.”

“Dad, where are you?”

“Ehehehehehhe”

notice how all the people we’re hypothetically trying to reach are family members because we don’t actually have friends to call

Reblogging because of the accuracy of that comment ^

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