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  2. ashestoashesjc:

    I regret nearly everything I did between the ages of birth and however old I was yesterday. 

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  6. pizzoner:

    I imagine bumping into my internet friends on the street like “sor-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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  7. cakejam:

    adobe-outdesign:

    sociallychallengednerd:

    what if lawn mowers are so loud because they have to cover the screams of the grass being massacred. 

    http://media.tumblr.com/9e0ccfbe05bb74b6c1070ff6c2a54558/tumblr_inline_mjwffvintM1qz4rgp.gif

    wow what version of windows do u have this is 2014

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  9. catholicnun:

    i think i dropped myself as a baby

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  11. thesylverlining:

    i feel like i am watching a magical girl transformation

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  13. saintlukas:

    Madonna be like

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  14. aconnormanning:

    maneth985:

    fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

    dajo42:

    if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

    I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

    This post was good but then it got better

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