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operameister:

thisismythanksgivingurl-gobble:

agentgreenfishy:

poselikeateam:

fuck-i-just:

Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”

Why does this not have any notes?

lol no “Nashville sperm bank, you squeeze it we freeze it. how may I help you?”

“Henderson’s Morgue, you stab em, we slab em, this is Eight Ball speaking.”

“Texas crematorium you kill ‘em we grill ‘em how can I direct your call?”

posted 10 hours ago with 460,719 notes

feuntes:

The Story So Far - Mt. Diablo

The Story So Far - The Glass (x)

irishgleelock:

women dont have rights over their own bodies

innocent black people are getting gunned down

people are having to protest for basic human rights

did i just describe 1914 or 2014?

posted 17 hours ago with 122,500 notes

irishgleelock:

women dont have rights over their own bodies

innocent black people are getting gunned down

people are having to protest for basic human rights

did i just describe 1914 or 2014?

posted 1 day ago with 122,500 notes


blink-182 - all the small things @ Reading 2014 [x]
mug-costanza:

dylan
hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair 

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met 

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you 

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky 

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon
retrogasm:

She’s a keeper