ciggers:

 ciggers:

when I take a picture of somebody :

image

when I ask somebody to take a picture of me :

 image

hellstarfantasy:

just let him have the pizza

gallifreyishome:

shesthekingofnewyork:

seru-na-tebe:

jack-bakarat:

aditzybrunette:

effervescentforever:

mydetheturk:

poco-loki:

nah, he ran into her knife

he ran into her knife ten times

HE HAD IT COMING

HE ONLY HAS HIMSELF TO BLAME

IF YOU’D HAVE BEEN THERE

IF YOU HAD SEEN IT

I BET THAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME

i cannot stress enough how much i love this post  

thorrson:

unamusedsloth:

Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

I…

I love this.

just-chemistry-things:

forensicfreak55:

twelfth-doctor-in-the-tardis:

jacobshutup:

umm excuse me avatar I see a little more than four elements 

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yes hello I am the last barium bender

Elements

I’m crying brb

you said it, bitch. we’re the guardians of the galaxy.

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katbot:

Professor: Your essay must be 3,000 - 6,000 words

Me: image

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cheapfilling:

college is catered towards the able bodied and able minded. school applauds people who can stay up all night, skip meals, and work endlessly. that kind of extreme contribution is expected. why are disabled people being squeezed out of academic institutions? why should I feel inferior because of some arbitrary and ridiculous standard?

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wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

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50kwatch:

u know what the worst thing about being a girl is… is when another girl asks u for a hair tie, but its ur last one, but u can’t say u don’t have one because she knows its on ur wrist, so u give it to her, and then she says “oh i’ll give it back!” knowing damn well she won’t, and u sit there sad because now you have to go buy another pack of hair ties that u know ur gonna lose by the end of the month

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