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nosdrinker:

i need someone to obsess over me

(Source: nosdrinker)

iguanamouth:

last year one night me and my old roommates were all playing twister and mike was on the spinner and halfway through the game he kind of mumbled to himself “i sure hope im calling these right” and then everyone in the room simultaneously remembered that mike was colorblind

greathaircut:

i cant wait to get a boyfriend, im all prepared. i punched some holes in the lid of this jar and i put some grass and a twig in it

❝ Make damn sure what you’re waiting for, is worth the fucking wait.

— (via oreowh0re)

(Source: williamchapmanwritings)

stuck-in-the-frondzone:

shae-elizabeth:

karmarsi:

thebookofages:

urainiumbombs:

ohheytayla:

ewitsgeo:

alexandertalisker:

jumpingpuddles:

The Incredibles (2004)

DID DASH JUST MAKE A JOKE ABOUT HIS SISTER SUCKING SOMEONE…

No wonder why she attacked him.

I NEVER GOT THAT JOKE WHEN I WAS LITTLE I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS BECAUSE SHE JUST HAD A CRUSH ON HIM

Something tells me she already ate Tony’s loaf…

Did nobody notice Tony’s last name? Rydinger?

RIDING HER.

welp

Oh.

holy shit

boots-n-cats:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

viergacht:

karensrnith:

"this baby came out of you but im not 100% sure its yours"

Funny thing - a woman who applied for welfare after her husband left her hadto supply DNA evidence he was actually the father. The results: he was definitely the father, but she wasn’t the mother. Her children were removed from her custody and she was sued for fraud, even though she insisted they were her children. 
Turns out, she wasn’t a surrogate or a kidnapper (the two most obvious explanations) - she was a chimera. As an embryo, she fused at a very early stage with her twin, forming one individual. Her ovaries apparently developed from cells that had originally belonged to her vanished twin. Later on more tests showed that while the woman’s skin and hair DNA did not match her childrens, DNA taken from her cervix did. 

WHAT THE FUCk

This went from stupid to really interesting in point 5 seconds.

boots-n-cats:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

viergacht:

karensrnith:

"this baby came out of you but im not 100% sure its yours"

Funny thing - a woman who applied for welfare after her husband left her hadto supply DNA evidence he was actually the father. The results: he was definitely the father, but she wasn’t the mother. Her children were removed from her custody and she was sued for fraud, even though she insisted they were her children. 

Turns out, she wasn’t a surrogate or a kidnapper (the two most obvious explanations) - she was a chimera. As an embryo, she fused at a very early stage with her twin, forming one individual. Her ovaries apparently developed from cells that had originally belonged to her vanished twin. Later on more tests showed that while the woman’s skin and hair DNA did not match her childrens, DNA taken from her cervix did. 

WHAT THE FUCk

This went from stupid to really interesting in point 5 seconds.

Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.

wiccan-witch-of-the-east:

elizards:

paranoidrobot:

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this is my favorite thing

(Source: adorsed)

jakemalik:

attractive strangers make everything better

(Source: hi)

❝ 

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

— It’s not that I don’t love you.   (via spoookyghosts)

(Source: extrasad)

snarg:

when ur sad always remember that u don’t look like you did in 6th grade

nice-wig-janis:

so i was ordering a top online and put “please” in the discount box and this happened
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i got $0.20c off IM CRYING

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(Source: earthdaily)

(Source: infamousgod)