destielfricklefrackle:

have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough

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oldmanstephanie:

givemeinternet:

I love this post.

is that a fucking pun
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rebelred-in-boots:

shedancesatmidnight:

gehenna:

mendox:

leaaves:

preah:

durational:

luxex:

i feel as if this symbolizes the fact that shes under so much stress to be beautiful

or shes stoned as fuck

Or she stabbed herself in the eye with the brush

Or she’s crying because for once she got the volume her mascara brand promised her

lol or maybe its just a picture with cool contrast meant to give off an eerie and creepy vibe. 

Or she’s turning into the black swan

Or maybe she’s born with it

Or maybe it’s Maybelline
longtonguedbrain i-n-e-f-f-a-b-l-e-m-e
If I’m your tumblr crush send me a “hey fuck face”

porrimistheclassiestlesbian:

hotarucosplay:

ask-koki-kariya:

ask-koki-kariya:

lawliet-is-l-a-sexy:

bilbo-swwaggins:

princess-poop:

castielsteenwolf:

JESUS CHRIST I HAVE GOTTEN ABOUT 45 MESSAGES PLEASE STOP

Omg i’ll smile forever

id cry from happiness i think

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that last gif will be me in 3 hours

edit: I was dead wrong

ok lets see what happens

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OH MY GOD IT HAPPENED

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ALL THIS SHALL PASS

Your sadness, your fear, your loneliness, even your despair is so fragile, friend. It can break open at any moment. A single note in a piece of music can do it. A kind glance from a stranger. The feeling of the spring breeze on your face. A reflection of a bird in flight. In any moment, your sorrow can shatter into nothingness; it has no more reality than that, no more substance than a shadow. The more you focus on your sorrows and fears, the more you talk about them, analyse them, identify with them, or resist them, the more ‘real’ they seem, the more solid and independent of you they appear to be, the more power they seem to have. In searching for a solution to your problems, you create the problem of ‘having problems’ at all.

Be available for the breaking-open of your pain, friend. Do not assume it is here for any longer than a moment. Allow the arrival and passing of all that troubles you. All this shall pass, remember, all this shall pass.

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• Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)
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ALL THIS SHALL PASS

Your sadness, your fear, your loneliness, even your despair is so fragile, friend. It can break open at any moment. A single note in a piece of music can do it. A kind glance from a stranger. The feeling of the spring breeze on your face. A reflection of a bird in flight. In any moment, your sorrow can shatter into nothingness; it has no more reality than that, no more substance than a shadow. The more you focus on your sorrows and fears, the more you talk about them, analyse them, identify with them, or resist them, the more ‘real’ they seem, the more solid and independent of you they appear to be, the more power they seem to have. In searching for a solution to your problems, you create the problem of ‘having problems’ at all.

Be available for the breaking-open of your pain, friend. Do not assume it is here for any longer than a moment. Allow the arrival and passing of all that troubles you. All this shall pass, remember, all this shall pass.

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• Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)

This is exactly what I needed to hear

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Boss appreciation post

Today, at work, I broke a plate ( I work in a very fancy restaurant) and we were super busy, and my boss was standing there watching me and I had food burning in the oven, and I had 10 bills up waiting to be made, ( I also work alone in the kitchen) and I was crying because I didn’t know what to do and I was afraid my boss would get angry. Then, when that plate broke, I lost it. And my boss yelled “STOP!” And came and gave me a hug.

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I wonder what chairs think about all day: ‘Oh, here comes another asshole.’"
• Robin Williams, Reality…What a Concept, 1979 (via humanoidhistory)
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icarly-official:

why do teenage girls hang out in odd numbers?

because they can’t even

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warsquirtle:

Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life

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longlivingbootyemperor:

Freshmen be showin up to school on the first day like:
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But seniors are just like:
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dennys:

feel free to pass along, you never might know who needs it (and we know it’s not always easy to get help, but it’s at least a bit easier when you have anyone to talk to)
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Let’s make the Flubber movie cover the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

insanitys-love:

mymompickedthisurl:

thewinchesterswagger:

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HOW IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN THIS IT’S ALMOST AT 10 MILLION WTF

Yes let’s do it for him.

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planetary-gogo:

i-smell-sex-and-coffee:

eluting:

i wish i had my own apartment so i could make food at two in the morning and dance around in my underwear

funny how once you get your own apartment this is actually exactly what happens

And then you cry over the responsibility of living on your own.

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soofyawn:

god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares

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