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captn-bucky:

bellecosby:

I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I think about this all the time

(via asssstastic)


Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.

Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

Marry me. We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than on the walls.

Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.

Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

let me love you forever, marry me (via the-psycho-cutie)

(via ayyysis)


Boys who objectify women and talk about their physical appearance as they walk past them are the worst & and are people I will never respect

How can you call a boy a man if he acts like an immature pig


tordles:

the tongue

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0ny:

mightymorphinlightskin:

MARIAH WHAT HAPPENED

Lol look at Miguel trying to act like she wasn’t dreadful.

(via samantha-cakes)


kalikardashian:

This scene changed my life

(via thenikoftime)


jenawithonen:

can u keep it down i am trying 2 reed

(via riagracee)


dobraeva:

*puts my ipod on shuffle and skips every song until i get one i was hoping for*

(via asssstastic)


Somebody said it couldn’t be done.
But he with a chuckle replied,
That maybe it couldn’t, but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so ‘till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried, he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done. And he did it.

Somebody scoffed, “Oh, you’ll never do that
At least no one ever has done it.”
But he took off his coat, and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we know, he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or “quit-it”.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done. And he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done.
There are thousands to prophesy failure.
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you

But just buckle in, with a bit of a grin;
Just take off your coat and go to it.
Just start in to sing as yout tackle the thing
That cannot be done—and you’ll do it!

Edgar A. Guest