cassywinchestertheangel:

Jensen face in the last gif kills me omg

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glitteryobituary:

femme-mermaid27:

As Halloween approaches I feel like half of a Tumblr is like 

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and the other half is like

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I am a combination of both these things, all year. 

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tablespoons:

loling-in-the-deep:

imagine if your name was a swear word

motherfucker can you please come down to the office

omg at first i thought u meant like ur name was used as a swear word 

shut the brittany up go chris yourself

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troyegang:

Same Troye, same 

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mylifeasafeminista:

daily reminder that it is okay to put yourself first

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mylifeasafeminista:

daily reminder that it is okay to put yourself first

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xo-marshmallow:

ra59:

RA❣

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I’m simpler than you think. I’ve figured one thing out about this world– just one, pretty much. You find a cause and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life.

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fuckyeahitsalltimelow:

gosh diddly darn it

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superwholockiswheretheheartis:

Wearing my Sulli onesie bc I am an adult and can wear what I want

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Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

Dead Poets Society (1989) 
Peter Weir

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