1. Notes: 17548 / 1 week ago  from wrong-page (originally from churchofcheesus)

    churchofcheesus:

    my headphones have reached that stage where you have to hold them off the empire state building at a 39.5 degree angle and chant an african prayer for both sides to work

  2. Notes: 7790 / 1 week ago  from wrong-page (originally from missmiku)

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  3. Notes: 23820 / 1 week ago  from wrong-page (originally from someworriedshoes)

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  4. Notes: 10126 / 1 week ago  from i-wh0rendously (originally from expertcosmotips)

    cosmo tip #249

    expertcosmotips:

    when hes having sex with you, shout out your own name instead of his.

  5. Notes: 2 / 1 week ago  from dream-on17

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  6. Notes: 26 / 1 week ago  from dream-on17 (originally from astrozodiac)

    zodiac elements

    astrozodiac:

    FIRE:

    • Aries
    • Leo
    • Sagittarius

    EARTH:

    • Taurus
    • Virgo
    • Capricorn

    AIR:

    • Gemini
    • Libra
    • Aquarius

    WATER:

    • Cancer
    • Scorpio
    • Pisces 

    ✩pasteled

  7. Notes: 45618 / 1 week ago  from dream-on17 (originally from pigsgorawrr)

    Reblog if it’s 100% okay to vent to you.

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  8. Notes: 18453 / 1 week ago  from voldemorts--nose (originally from -kunis)
    JK IS WRITING THREE MORE HP BOOKS

    Bloomsbury, the publisher of the “Harry Potter” series by author JK Rowling, also said it was counting on a new Rowling three-book box set tied into the Potter series, and a non-fiction account of spies in World War II to support sales in the coming year.

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  9. Notes: 130797 / 1 week ago  from gabegaledo (originally from setyourphaserstostun)
    hierarchyofhell: sadienita: alittleveggies: requiemsong: mldmnnrdrprtr: crazylipgloss: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle. Reblogging for the comment How old are you?  “ten” How long have you been ten? “…” HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town. “You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.” The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.  “How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know. “Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone. Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine. Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure. “How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew. “A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories. Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain. “I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole. Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale. He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.” Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack. Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.” ^^^better story than twilight holy shit what did i just read. WHAT IS AIR

    hierarchyofhell:

    sadienita:

    alittleveggies:

    requiemsong:

    mldmnnrdrprtr:

    crazylipgloss:

    thebatmanchild:

    athagazagoraphobic:

    invisicanada:

    About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

    Reblogging for the comment

    How old are you? 

    “ten”

    How long have you been ten?

    “…”

    HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

    Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

    “You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

    The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

    “How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

    “Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

    Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

    Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

    “How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

    “A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

    Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

    “I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

    Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

    He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

    Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

    Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

    ^^^better story than twilight

    holy shit what did i just read. WHAT IS AIR

    (Source: setyourphaserstostun)

     
  10. Notes: 53407 / 3 weeks ago  from peetaah (originally from shavingryansprivates)

    if i was famous i’d just tour around the country without telling anyone and go to random college campuses late at night, and i’d wait until i saw one person walking by themselves and i’d walk behind them and put my hands over their eyes and say guess who and when they turned around it’d be me and they’d be like omg and then i’d say “no one will ever believe you” and i’d just sprint off into the moonlight

    (Source: shavingryansprivates)

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