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oh-deir:

ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES

(via iam-your-opus)

me: *sick*
me: *goes on the computer*
parents: OH I GUESS SINCE YOU'RE ON THE COMPUTER IT MEANS THAT YOU'RE PERFECTLY 100% BETTER NOW GO TO SCHOOL AND GRADUATE AND GET A JOB AND GET MARRIED AND DIE

crumzinmahlap:

did it hurt? when u fell from someones butt into the toilet water u piece of shit

(via such-fragile-broken-thingss)

dryocampa-rubicunda:

Reunited and it feels so gooooooood

dryocampa-rubicunda:

Reunited and it feels so gooooooood

legolast:

my friend just accidentally called our math teacher “honey” and he replied “yes dear”

(via biggerboobiesthantsunade)

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

—John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany (via venuscomb)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via venuscomb)

jaclcfrost:

talking to someone

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talking to someone and they mention A Thing you like that you didn’t know they liked or knew about

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(via waiting-for-the-tardis)

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