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spatialsoloist:

It amazes me that I can accurately type at top speed without looking at my keyboard but still pour water down my shirt ‘cause I missed my mouth in general.


mclaughs:

I can almost hear the apathy in his voice.


mydrunkkitchen:

But what if you love being awake during nighttime AND daytime????

Invest in coffee.


shonengrump:

when you got your ass beat in smash brothers

shonengrump:

when you got your ass beat in smash brothers


moosefix:

moosefix:

Its amazing what you can accomplish when you don’t want to write an essay 

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You are a hero among procrastinators 


moosefix:

moosefix:

Its amazing what you can accomplish when you don’t want to write an essay 

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You are a hero among procrastinators 


kanshikan:

ballerdollar:

lessons learned from anime

  • don’t get inside the robot
  • people with bad haircuts always lose
  • the cute girl is psycho
  • the cute guy isn’t human
  • when in doubt scream “baka” and run away
  • glasses should be adjusted with one finger in a condescending manner
  • gotta catch em all
  • and maybe probably respect your elders
  • white haired boy dies
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cstfrm:

cstfrm:

my stomach hurts from eating too much cake

i guess you could say i have a stomacake


coulombs-flaw:

nihilarian-u:

staysandstories:

vintage-aerith:

wallflora:

SOMEONE MADE A LEGIT PHOTOSET OF THIS HELP ME

Here it is

Whose Line Is It Anyway: Irish Drinking Song Game

posted 1 day ago via taylorkinz · originally jellineck
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17yr:

i have one of those “could be 12, could be 18” faces


thesorrovv:

ma’am im sorry but that baby was due today, i don’t care if its not done just turn in what you have


ohmywhy:

I have no idea where this came from. but I couldn’t hold it back and even though I should have been doing homework, I wrote this instead. 

it’s my first crisscolfer drabble, and it’s all love, love, love. and emotion. ~1k words. slightly nc-17-ish? brief descriptions of love-making. it’s also untitled because nothing sums it up appropriately in my eyes. enjoy, my loves. 

also, thank you to the beautiful kayla, who read it beforehand and made me feel more confident about it. 

When they sleep together that night, Chris removes his own shirt.

And Darren pulls his eyes away from the shoes he’d been removing and looks at Chris, all chiseled lines and fair skin and adorable freckles. He’s of course seen Chris shirtless before, but thinking about it, he’s never really seen him. Not like this. Not with the low lights and unhurried quiet, where no one’s rushing to set or on stage, neither rushing to both please and come between takes in their trailers. Not with the promise that Darren can step forward, touch, and appreciate. Not with endless minutes ahead. He’s never looked at Chris and had the chance to admire, to worship, to adore. He partly wishes he’d been the one to slip the shirt off his shoulders, so he could kiss those collarbones as the fabric rolled down his body.

Instead, Darren stops and smiles, and Chris looks worried, almost scared.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his shirt already on the floor, his pants low on his hips. “I thought we were taking off our clothes.”

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digi-egg:

むげえええんだあああいなあああああああああああ by 猫鴉


  • me: wow i have so much work to do
  • me: *goes on tumblr*
  • me: *watches a movie*
  • me: *reads a novel*
  • me: *takes a nap*
  • me: *climbs a mountain*
  • me: *backpacks through europe*
  • me: why am i not getting anything done