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letsparty690:

Ellen degeneres

(via falling-away-from-grace)

wulfriciceberg:

Helga’s thirst was so fucking real.

I love how helga’s fantasy wasn’t just “get arnold” it was “Be wildly succesful and have immense amounts of power and oh also be married to arnold”

(Source: joons, via falling-away-from-grace)

claudiagray:

Sometimes the greatest sarcasm is wasted. 

(Source: brittapperry, via falling-away-from-grace)

lawebloca:

Little Girl Plays on Gentle Giant Tibetan Mastiff ** video **

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nellie-elizabeth:

fucktearseatpizza:

dblack77:

girlsjustwannahavefunds:

insanity-in-motion:

romanticizing-death:

sixcatsandtwodogs:

gifcraft:

Stop the bullets. Kill the gun.

I held my breath at the last one.

IT WAS COOL AND THEN IT GOT SCARY AS SHIT

i’d say this is a very effective message

Reblogging again.

Whoa!

..

Yikes

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overcome-by-you:

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him. He was with his mom and dad and sisters. His mom called me at three thirty in the morning. I’d known, of course, that he was going. <…> The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters. My parents stayed in my room forever until it was morning and finally Dad said, “Do you want to be alone?” and I nodded and Mom said, “We’ll be right outside the door,” me thinking, I don’t doubt it. It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second worse than the last. I just kept thinking about calling him, wondering what would happen, if anyone would answer. In the last weeks, we’d been reduced to spending our time together in recollection, but that was not nothing: The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.

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lightlikeafeatherflies:

hidden-in-thoughts:

"Well, she is, I’m not."

i love this omg

(via broken-from-memories)