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I love the way my dash is.

First: I can cry over my OTPs and AUs and fandoms.

Second: I can cry over the famous people I’m never going to have a relationship with.

Third: I can cry over all the band blogs and deep lyrics.

Fourth: then I can just continue crying because I’ve achieved maximum cry.

theblackship:

chongthenomad:

milk-drink:

This is, and forever will be, one of my favourite movie scenes ever.

Motherfucker do you comprehend the intensity of that scene? Do you?

They pictured the feeling of tasting something that takes you way fucking back in time and makes you remember a certain moment of your life, a taste so comforting that makes you remember how happy you were back then.

MOTHER FUCKING PIXAR.

AND THE THING IS

OUT OF ALL OF THE THINGS THAT COULD HAVE IMPRESSED EGO

IT WAS A SIMPLE DISH THAT WAS CONSIDERED A ‘PEASANT’ DISH.

FUCKING PIXAR YO.

(Source: damagaladriel)

markdoesstuff:

kidshade:

ediebrit:

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

IM IN FUCKING STITCHES 

IT’S TOO REAL

ofdarklands:

browneyedcunt:

jillstrif:

Kell fell asleep on the couch one night so we gave him a pillow and a blanket Which we made out of kleenex because we always have those around on our coffee table for when we watch feely stuff

MY HEART

doesn’t even go with my blog but i can’t scroll past this without regretting not reblogging it.

#how does a cat with a kleenex pillow ‘not go with your blog’#what are you doing with your life

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