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kirayukimuravevo:

Siiiigh I mean I guess I can do kasia……..so I think you’re super funny and you also happen to look like an angel but I mean whatever anyway you’re triflin sometimes like when you try and come for me….but I love u nonetheless and we also kind of have the same name so that’s a bonus

Send me a URL on anon and I’ll talk about them

patriciaboyd:

in 2008 i used to be in love w shia labeouf and i made a myspace pretending to be him and i had over 10,000 friends and i got over 1000 messages a day & ppl actually believed i was shia labeouf and i actually got verified as him for some reason so i was the official shia labeouf myspace but i was in fact a 12 yr old canadian kid 

No matter how many charities he [Zayn] donates to, or the number of people he’s touched with his music, he’ll never be seen for the value he brings to the world. He’ll never be seen beyond his Muslim faith.

The Media’s Obsession With Zayn Malik’s Faith

Nothing hits me harder than this shit.

(via awoopsehdaiseh)

captaiinmarvel:

when girls press their whole body against you when they hug, it means they like you a lot. also, they’re measuring your body to determine how long it will take them to eat your flesh, a technique shared by boa constrictors

pendror:

you come into MY house, you call MY otp a BROMANCE

stupidstagram:

so many hot girls……. all of us 

maybe 5 hot boys 

in 

the world 

kvotheunkvothe:

brodingershat:

That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.

I do this with every media I consume. I pause movies and have to walk around and prepare myself for second-hand embarrassment sometimes.

ryongosling.tumblr.com/… stabbing me would be less painful than this bye

I KNOW

imsirius:

“[Lucien] liked him, always has, and was amused, entertained; they wrote poems together, manifestoes of the ‘New Vision’, rushed around with books, had bull sessions in [Lucien]’s Dalton Hall room where he hardly ever slept”  - Jack Kerouac, “Vanity of Duluoz”