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w-for-wumbo:

mylourrydiary:

hlil:

Can u believe there are plants that are illegal
Plants

Can you believe there is love that is illegal
Love

can you believe it’s not butter
butter

(Source: hhlil)

I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

(Source: bellecosby)

me all the night

9pm: "I'm going to bed now."

10pm: "I'm going to bed now."

11pm: "I'm going to bed now."

12am: "I'm going to bed now."

1am: "I'm going to bed now."

2am: "I'm going to bed now."

3am: "FUCK."

4am: "FUCK."

5am: "OKAY."

magic-in-us:


afirethatwillneverburn:

racist-murdercult:

50shadesofacceptance:


only in Canada would you find ads about homosexual rape on a bus.

Catch the fuck up America

They dont have this in America?

We don’t even have ads against heterosexual rape in America who are you kidding.

Had to bold it. 

magic-in-us:

afirethatwillneverburn:

racist-murdercult:

50shadesofacceptance:

only in Canada would you find ads about homosexual rape on a bus.

Catch the fuck up America

They dont have this in America?

We don’t even have ads against heterosexual rape in America who are you kidding.

Had to bold it. 

(Source: miaouler)

You remind me of a former love that I once knew And you carry little peace with you We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street Its fine with me Im just taking in the scenery Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain I was splashing around and the news spread all over town Im not complaining that its raining I’m just saying that I like it a lot More than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me

Panic at the disco-I have friends in holy space

[without refrain]